“You are”

Two words together
incendiary
with their ability,
capacity
to spark, illuminate,
set ablaze,
bright
or burn, burn,
consume, decay,
destroy.

Without context,
background,
blur and rugged detail,
two words
puff and polish
artificial
with a sickly sheen,
or outline,
squeezing
the bare contents
of a heart into lined space
that begins and ends,
buffing out edges
that defy definition
and dare to confuse.

Yet with a little space,
a little margin
that asks,
rather than demands,
sets up a stage,
rather than assumes
position, posture,
place and person.

“You are”
can be
infinite.

Catalyzing
and synaptic,
signaling into
the void:

We are
human.