Casting the cubes of hope
Over felt topped tables.
Tease in friendship,
Hoping that our jig saw selves
Maybe matching aces and jacks
Into a winning hand.
And like likes,
Are such a giddy gamble.
FearIt used to be the way I felt your heart beating.
It knocked me down in never-want-to-wake-up dreams, and I grasped each moment so very close, because I had a feeling they were only migratory birds after all.
It turned in time to those faces.
Always far more perfect than I could ever be, and it never changed, no matter how many chemicals I dumped in my hair, nor how many pollutants I poured onto my skin.
Now it is taking another form.
It uses voices I never thought could betray me, and dances in the night shadows of my lonely bedroom, reminding me how not a single thing is there that was supposed to be.
Winding tripping vines and grasping tendrils around dreams is its style, sneaking up to squeeze the hope from life.
But that is only if I let it.
Standing groundI am standing my ground.
Braving the hurricane.
Picking up the pieces that might make a shelter.
I will not run.
I will not prove you right.
Dear EmotionI have fallen in love with your abstract anomaly. The way that you are nebulous at the exact same time that you stab in the back/heart/side/wherever is deadly. Maybe if I were not addicted to your feeling, that brightness of being that shoots golden light from my eyes, my ears, my toes. Pulling me up like a window shade to disappear behind sunlight. You are a magnet, except with Newton and Galileo and Faraday knew better than to harness you. Wise men.
Except my intellect keeps steering me into deserts.
And you are a rain forest.
Ecology and metaphors really never were my strong suit.