Primitive heart
Can I abandon you now
Is the world safe
Again
Outside
Over-protective imagination
Can I embrace your flight
Will I see to catch
Myself
Falling
Or will my all forever be
As snow
Pure and driven
Insulated and blinded
By itself
One-Hundred-Thousand
percent of me is for you.
I have that much, yes.
Fall sat on fences
and dragged its feet home. Bring on
the white, wint’ry storm.Spring sought my soul soaked
and wants my demise. Kiss me
you blue Summer skies.
Ponytail Summers
Before your very eyes
Quickly became the whirlwind of Fall’s shame
Whence soon it was apparent
You’d walked into Winter’s doors where no one cared
In the busyness
Of preparing for a most dry Spring indeed
If I’d heeded
If I’d followed
I’d have seen it
I’d have freedom
I’d been naïve
I’d been certain
I’d give you back
I’d give love up
Thursdays I think
Until then
Do not touch
Lest you strike the thunderous chord immediately adjacent to all that deep upon where you dare not trespass
Fly ’til Thursday then
Silent eyes
Open cry
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