Tuesday, September 15, 2015

rolling their eyes

you hesitate
you cringe
you hold your head and push
push into the pressure
to relieve like with like
to meet my stubborn prow that is endangering your
individual
boundary
and push it back
push it away

i persist
i thrive on my anguish
it fills me like a sack of knives
that I want to fling at the door
one at a time
thwang!
thud!
they stick in
and i know my words are sharp
i know they stick without cartoonish sound
they agitate both you and me
with their relentlessness
they
are
looped
into my head
with a steel cable,
and it ain’t going no where.

so how do we do
love now?
how do we reach back into that
playful space
that resting peace
that feeling of love that soothes like popsicles,
the jingle of change
and someone’s warm hand oozing prana into your cold?
the heated diffuse
feeling of ahhhhhh….

all of that is sitting on the stairs
rolling its eyes at us
asking
why... again
why now?
when will they learn
there is better choreography for this
there are better love bytes, sound bytes, sexual bytes
than this

but at least
they are there
on the stairs
and we will meet them
and, thank heaven
swoon
once again
into heart space, our space,
love’s space