Wild Emotion
I didn’t think I knew how to have feelings.
I never felt that kind of wild emotion before.
She was a story that raced across my landscape at breakneck speed.
Tossing me high with love, I could feel it with my heart,
As she exhaled wisps of love in the cold desert night.
Walls
I have taken a battering ram to everything that stands between us.
No small feat collapsing walls,
But then new energy makes me run up the stairs in front of me.
A streak of angst moves through me like a comet,
Gone before it can leave a scar in the sky.
Entrapment’s Grip
For a while, I watched her from afar.
She came to me in the cover of night,
Standing at my bedroom door.
A world of possibilities lay
Outside the confines of imminent death,
The dearest and worst of places.
It wasn’t her beauty that sang to me,
Though she was like a wild orchid growing in the air
Inviting me to attach myself to her high tree.
She appeared harmless.
A specimen of brilliance and devilish wit, dazzling, and irrepressible.
My guileless heart was ensnared.
I never knew
There would be danger in her touch,
Simultaneously enchanting and entrapping.
Promises were made
Hidden in a dance of seduction,
Coloring my sky with passions of the mind.
Never did I imagine
My laughter would cost a fortune,
A thousand moments of pain.
Entrapped in my illusion,
I began to wilt.
She enjoyed the chase more than the prize.
Forlornness swallowed me.
Trapped in my shattered world,
All I could see was a mask covering her heart.
Awakening from my stupor,
The mistake I had made held in my hand.
There was no way back.
A costly investment,
A barter of my sorrow, craving the next drop,
Wishing for what was long gone.
Not trusting my mind,
Its agenda to guard the pain so I will never forget,
I opened the cage, exposing the wound.
Captured in a moment of time,
A promise of freedom, the journey uncharted,
Yet desperately welcomed.
A bitter-sweet memory in the outskirts of my mind,
Anger exhausted, love reimagined, entrapment’s grip consumed.
The clouds no longer wage war in the sky.
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