This tingling I feel – my own – your body, feather light and smooth, is inert, rolls passively in my palm, invites intimacy – softness
Harboring
Memories are boats anchored, idle, awaiting calm – quaint ideals keep them docked, undermine progress never intended to harbour so many secrets – lack a
Regrets
When love, open-eyed and uplifting appeared she shuddered, withdrew, Shame’s shadow casting putrid projections fear and uncertainty cloaked her, masked desire as repulsion – wore
A Sail Called Hope
Sail erected, call it ‘Hope’ Location dialed in Saboteurs asleep Done with party persona, inalterable generalities Ready to cater to the awake Willing to believe
Weighted Down
Weighted down. I swallow rocks to anchor this restlessness – no exit available. Would love to re-locate, check self-assessment into a sunnier place – but
Slippery
Slippery performed and my eight-year-old heart applauded cheered when he escaped, mourned the capture, prayed for flight’s courage but survival skills eluded – was certain
