I see you tucked away, there in the corner of this epic adventure.
A stowaway undermining, under the guise of love and concern.
I come for inspection, to work, and for respite every couple of days and we lock eyes.
With your back to me, and a mirror before you, I watch you watch me plead hello.
There’s a reason you do not respond to my greetings until the awkwardness becomes too thick to ignore me anymore.
You’re stealing and hoarding and leveraging me and what’s mine.
The awesome view from on high.
The space I’ve created to just be.
The aura I emit.
My ample supply of lust and cinnamon breakfast cereal.
My apathy in attending properly to it all.
Until yesterday, when the doorman warned me, so gracefully, you must go.
More precisely that I must say to you.
When you’re here, you’re not yourself, thus this means it’s time.
The Welcome sign at my doorstep you’ve taken far too far, my friend….
It was never meant for you, you know, I see.
Sin and God told me.
Morning’s first roar, for I hope
To awaken him
With morning breakfast
And should I spill you
At evening tea
Only, only softness come ’round my shoulders today
Yesteryear’s harsh caress wiped clean
By a silly child’s clinging arms
The cinnamon purr of a warm West Wind
And Eastern kindness brewed just for me Mystically
Your skin carries the scent
But I’m not certain if it’s yours or mine
There’s no space between us
Your lips remind of the burn
But I warn you to go lightly
There’s no accountability on my part
I understand the search
The take-aim at the unknown for the purpose of purpose and peace
Back up to the moment when it slipped from our skin and we continued along, with barely a downward glance
Feel from afar that moment we made the choice
To call our own another’s yes
And be resolved
That unless there’s silk or cinnamon involved
To never slip again