to pinpoint this.
I'm like a crime scene investigator, staring at the wall I've covered in overlapped scraps of information, facts and theory,
clippings of fragmented
I stand back, tilt my head like the angle viewed is going to make a difference.
I'm decoding, analyzing hints,suspecting clues; the infraction: my love for you.
And I want to
add it up,
find a reason why,
a motive for my heart's rebellion.
shines the light, searching
to expose, drilling as hours pass but my heart won't speak.
Instead she counts the minutes, waiting to escape, plotting her next move.
something I don't
or, rather, cares not for rhyme or reason, explanations,
The writing's black and white but the lines are blurred
and what should be is not
and what should not be is.
Desirous cravings, hormonal, temperamental,
vision clouded by recent famine, you've intruded
into all I thought I knew.
I sift through
your indecision, comb uncertainty
and come up in equal knots, a categorical, entangled mess.
dissent and I protest but
it's no use.
I can't steady any supposition, proposition, the mad frenzy of imagination trumping meaning.
Apologize for absence with jagged excuse,
dim the lights, I'll forget the schism between what I know and what I want,
flex beneath every unuttered promise,
parse not for missing punctuation,
waste in expectation till
settles like dust upon my shoulders, bare.
It's coming and the wind is blowing,
whispering her own amour,
remaining compositions of unmatched
genius from my
metaphor from proof, manifesting
mystery from my
the purpose of the song.
you lambent, basking
better, not my own.
I like your quiet way. I won't retract
that is mine
she goes with me, poesy prancing
past your narrations so
Free will carries far.