Circumstance
Too often, the things you say are just the
right things,
spoken in just the right way, in just the right cadence;
forming the chords to which I vibrate.
and you touch me right there in the place
where no one has gone before.
And I am elated, overjoyed, and it frightens me.
Big Time.
Each time I hear it, feel it, sense it, know it,
I want it more and more and more....
And I try to pull away without revealing my Need,
Time and again and again.
this thing I sense comes as it does:
in the guise of
“You”—
which means I cannot have that which has uncovered “me”,
And I am frustrated, angered and
completely despondent, by turns!
And raging madly against the unfairness of that blithe bitch,
CIRCUMSTANCE,
who so coolly deprives me of my Prize,
I crumple:
defeated,
enervated,
helpless,
unable to clothe myself in any semblance of dignity,
ashamed and incapable of hiding or disguising my covetous nature,
which now lies before me,
Exposed
to God and man alike.