i lie to your face and in your arms.....

you are much more direct......

"you can't control this" becomes some sort of loud, menacing prayer...you say it so often it is like a blur in my head, a bee that never flies away or dies...


i cradle things more important than you or i ~ i fold them into my body, rewinding the tape until they are protected... my boy, my hope...

i forget to protect my love, and it begins to erode like a rock in a river...thousands of markers, fossils, begin to be rubbed away by the current of words, actions, reactions....

until suddenly~ i rise up from the river unburdened and climb to the shore