the edges of myself

your dark and thoughtful eyes

a raging river rushing behind them–

reading your thoughts unconsciously

understanding the language

behind your carefully chosen words.

 

your tongue loosened and unguarded

only when foreign substances

give consent.

you leave me breathless

with your barrage of words–

struggling to hold onto

the smallest pieces of them.

 

tucking them into pockets

packing them away in corners–

to be taken out and poured over

feasted upon by my insecurities–

in the darkened moments.

 

a hidden promise that all is

what it seems–

i am not forging forward alone.

my choices:  to shrink or to expand

your sentiments parceled out to me

like bread crumbs for a bird.

 

i am your overwhelmingly willing captive.

i will sit in a cage of your creation

eternally– observe time passing

and marvel at the wonder of it all–

this life, this expression,

this certainty in myself–

like nothing i’ve ever dreamed

of experiencing.