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.