what if I am
just running in place
still circling back to our own
familiar and situational tragedy
back to late summer into the fall
the way I let your eyes pin me down
the way your coy hesitation
is still sneaking through my door
back to being drunken on
this spell that ignites
between us as you nervously
remove your jacket, back to you
yielding and shy and tender
while you proceed to grip
my jeans and peel off my clothes
back to me feeling helpless
and you cannot possibly love her
back to I know why you are here
and you are in denial
the way you are circling
like a beautiful wolf, or a
moth to a porch light
back to stop lying to yourself
and what if it is you
back to who deserves this magic
and this is the truth,
not what you go back to
© 12.12.16 heather brager
There can be fine lines between comfort zones and stated confines.
ReplyDeleteAt some point, moving on from either, or both, makes perfect sense.
There is always danger in allowing others to establish guidelines;
We only know for sure, when we reflect, dealing in the past tense.
There is far more danger in not establishing guidelines, at least in this alternate universe. And maybe that is the point... without them, we can lie to ourselves.
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