Indecision
He is a seagull lost on a lake,
Puzzled by the sweet water he finds.
This isn’t the salt he was born for,
And he flies, fleeing land he cannot escape.
He is a drip of paint refusing to dry,
Crawling in spidery twitches down the wall.
He waits until his momentum is enough to pull him,
And then, unhappy, he moves forward.
He is a thief of breath and words,
Hoarding each intake and exclamation.
He collects glitteringly dull surprises
And marvels at his own expertise.
He is my biggest heartache, my chosen poison,
Dragging his hands along my skin.
He asks of me beautiful questions
And pushes my breath faster.
He is standing by my open front door, by my side,
Blinking out at a world that scares us.
We know nothing beyond the border,
And so he seals my lips, stills my hands.
Puzzled by the sweet water he finds.
This isn’t the salt he was born for,
And he flies, fleeing land he cannot escape.
He is a drip of paint refusing to dry,
Crawling in spidery twitches down the wall.
He waits until his momentum is enough to pull him,
And then, unhappy, he moves forward.
He is a thief of breath and words,
Hoarding each intake and exclamation.
He collects glitteringly dull surprises
And marvels at his own expertise.
He is my biggest heartache, my chosen poison,
Dragging his hands along my skin.
He asks of me beautiful questions
And pushes my breath faster.
He is standing by my open front door, by my side,
Blinking out at a world that scares us.
We know nothing beyond the border,
And so he seals my lips, stills my hands.