Anything

is better than this

dishonest

double think

loaded mind fuck. I am out.

changes everything.

The patterns

of routine

roles played shatter, inviting

shadows out to play.

yet still aware that

I don’t know

anything

except how my body burns

every time you’re near.

it seemed I missed you

forgetting

everything

in the flood of fantasy

for just one moment.

within the heart allowed to

embrace confusion

There is no place
for this-

soft release of my
own self into arms
that hold
and just hold,

small curl into his space
to be seen
to be free,

yielding of skin
with fear that
has finally softened,

as my focus melts
his eyes and
now I can only
see my own.

No, there is no place
for this-
lock up
and
retreat,

cracked and shadowed
sanctuary of
memory

within me
between us

And I wonder
in sadness
in fear, in anger

If this time

Is the time

to go.

Alone.

prompted @ November 2011 PAD: Day 18