{"id":395,"date":"2025-10-26T10:08:35","date_gmt":"2025-10-26T10:08:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/?p=395"},"modified":"2025-10-26T10:08:35","modified_gmt":"2025-10-26T10:08:35","slug":"when-he-is-quicksand","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/?p=395","title":{"rendered":"when he is quicksand"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I am too old<br>to still pretend<br>that like you<br>I too saw the rainbow<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I didn&#8217;t<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">yes I looked for it<br>but for me the skies<br>did not make love<br>upon an ocean&#8217;s dream<br>this time<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and yes<br>it does stir at my intimate emptiness<br>to admit that<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(in the way breathing<br>as an act of love<br>sometimes feels<br>like screaming an ocean<br>into the void beneath my breastbone<br>without even a sigh&#8217;s reply)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">as though I am not part of this story,<br>not even of its audience,<br>I am just the page you forgot to write it on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and no I did not see the shooting star either<br>nor would I make a wish<br>because I am now at the age of my third heartbreak<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and nowhere else do I feel as welcome<br>as I do onto this silence<br>that sits like a tightrope suspended between our bracing lips<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and I could wish that I no longer feared falling<br>but I too feel somewhat welcome there<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">how can one not when he is quicksand<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">when every touch<br>collapses me<br>collapses you<br>collides us<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I am smaller than you think I am!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">please tell me that you know that<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">please show me<br>that I fit<br>in the palm of your hand<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">like spring<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">and peel from me<br>these memories<br>of a lifetime looking in.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Artwork: The Native Stranger By Ben Heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":324,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[7,6],"class_list":["post-395","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-benheart","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/395","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=395"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/395\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":396,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/395\/revisions\/396"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/324"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=395"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=395"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/benheart.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=395"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}