Sometimes when I think about you;
I melt like glacier ice in springtime,
Droplet by droplet down the waterfall,
And I perch my feet against the summit;
Ready and willing for the feel of the plummet.
I see you below staring up at me;
You scream, "Don't jump without thinking!"
The distance between disaster and gypsy miles:
Hundreds of roads take me away from you.
Do you wonder what I have discovered?
Blood and fears all around me;
Bend and break spokes in the wheel!
Let them spin off the axis till they hit the ground!
Fatal games draw blood; the speculation draws me in!
With uncertainty, the canyons and ocean below me.
Fatal games drown in my sea;
The abyss turns with tsunamis.
Hit my body and destroy me!
For my lover lives without me;
And I refuse to drown in his ocean.
It was accepted for publication at poetry.com,
A critic on 'Urban Vancouver', a website, called it 'emotionally vacant' and 'lost to its own use of techniqu
2006-07-28
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