IMAGE

IMAGE
I am not in my own image
Neither black nor white
I am not in  my own  shadow
Neither of sun nor the moon
I am not in my own shape
Neither smooth nor sharp;
My body is like a sea wave,
Just hold me if you can
 I become the roar between
Your thoughts  and  concepts 
I am your blade
to chop through the flesh
and then into your heart
I am your salt
to pour it on your wounds:
wounds of mind
I am your blood
to sip it while
you are in deep  slumber