i was blinded by you once, the way you twirled
my thoughts and made me crumble to my knees.
i was kissed once, when you stopped me dead
in my tracks and faced me. i have dreams
that I catch
and others long forgotten on ribbons.
you see me,
but not through me,
you feel me,
but not on me,
you understand me,
but which part?
my heart does its own sinking
revives. dies. quivers.
regenerates. poisons itself.
it’s my artistic way.
everyone knows. it’s not a deep
secret. tug away. pull me harder.
there’s more depth,
who knows how deep the ocean is?
these homes on different parts of our country
have their own drum beats.
each so unique to my love.
i love being this way. on the edge.
stuffing gifts in parking lots
meeting deadlines with a smile and
grace. no one can beat me in
creating priceless beauty with
art and words. i’ve touched so many
lives. and still i’m a fool.