I am every vulnerability that the thesaurus has to
offer me and in a certain light it’s impossible for me not to pull you
towards me with the intent of kissing the very life
out of you.

-excerpt from “I Don’t Want To Be Loved. I Just Want To Be Untangled,” Shinji Moon

Who is Shinji Moon?

I've blogged and re-blogged in my Tumblr account several of Shinji Moon's poetry. Google is of little help this time. I cannot, for the life of me, fathom why I could not find a picture, or an article, or a biography dedicated to Shinji. I read several blogs saying s/he's an 18 year old girl living in New York City, with his/her dad. I beg to disagree. The poet's words are too precarious for a little girl. I am thinking perhaps he is a man. Mid-thirties. Struggling writer. A cigarette in cheek. Silhouetted all in the alley. Now that sounds sinister. teehee. Just the same, I guess I am entitled to my silly imaginings. I love his poem, "I Don’t Want To Be Loved. I Just Want To Be Untangled."

But here's a poem which melts me. 

“
When I look at you laying there
across the way from me
behind the curtains of a friday
afternoon, I wonder how it is that
you,
you are just a handful of billions of cells.
Something that I can pick apart and put back together.
You, a human with one heart
and two hands
and ten fingers
that I’ve fallen in love with
all at separate times.

Only that.
A handful of cells.

You,

are a textbook of our
chemistry.

Let me put your laugh in a petri dish
so that I can see if what we have
has a heartbeat,
if the cells between us
dance
like we did that evening
when you slid your arm
around the small of my waist
and kissed me
with your eyes closed.

Let me see
if there’s a definition
in the way you love me
without loving me
with words.”

#sap