while we lie awake, nursing
our intrinsic fabrications
each association fragile, subjective
this liquid want with teeth
and confusion with soft skin
just speak the truth, confront
the fear chasing you down
wait patiently for the explanation
you have already accepted lie, upon
lie
then your beautiful face, your arms in
total
darkness, indistinguishable from hope,
she can see clearly through
the air that quietly cradles deceit
the soundtrack steadily building,
waiting for the next projection
with vulnerability processed as data
a blatant delusion, of passion
becoming
enough, or even something like truth
© 12.1.16 heather brager
You certainly came locked and loaded for this, leaving nothing on the mantle. If it is true that knowledge is power, you are destined for invincibility. But, for now, you are susceptible. That does not make you weak, but it can surely make one wary.
ReplyDeleteFantastic poem, Heather.