Release me?

It is not unlike the lit match

That this fire refuses to linger

The catupulted grappling hooks of my heart

Are flung forth in aimless disarray

Arrows fleeing North, East, South, West

In search of the target

In search of the idea.

The scaffolding of

My fabricated cosmic love

Is knocked out by a release of attachment

And in my aching

My mingled release and joy

I self immolate.

Acid reflux in my soul

I burn with a forbidden desire

My eager fingertips resting on its allure

I cannot help but fall into the light behind his shadow.


Leave a Reply...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s