So
In love with you,
I am so,
immobilized.
It goes so much farther than my legs
that it is not even in my sovereignty.
My whole body seems to tremble
as if it wants to move, to go…
My heart jumps out of rhythm
as if primed for action
and yet I sit stagnant and
hanging
by your every word.
I am so,
scared of falling
when you speak in antonyms
or don’t know what to say to me
when I cut myself into letters for you.
In limbo,
I am so, lost.
I color my thoughts crimson, so dark
and imagine myself spattered
over parked cars and asphalt
when I think of your heart…
as hers.
Looking in your eyes from the street,
I was so,
small and unclothed
with but two hands to cup my mouth
and block the confession like there’s so much to ruin,
like you really want to know,
like you would know what to do
with that kind of power, but abuse it.
Taken with you,
I am so, stubborn and inanimate
that I will withstand rejection
and run in circles like some mindless pet
until you kiss me or cut off my tail.
Drawn to you,
I am so, consumed
by a margin of chance
that fluctuates with the exchange of every conversation.
I am counting on the side bars,
wrong turns and brief flirtations
to sound out my conscience
like a finger in each ear, two clenched eyelids
and one resonant disclaimer, reiterated;
“BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH, I CAN’T HEAR YOU!!!
Tempted by you,
I am so, stark raven…
I swallow crumbs like whole portions
and crawl on unfinished floors with scabbed knees and open wrists,
begging for more.
In love with you…
I am so…
