Poetry as Reality.

The Angst

I so want to believe in you

But I’ve been wrong before...

This giddy

This lust

This tumble

This roll

The smile that starts in my stomach

When your voice is in my ear

Awakening to thoughts

Of eyes that turn to lips that turn to hands that

Touch me in places

Real and imagined

Until

It really

Happens again

This happy

This dance

This saunter

This fall

Oh this delicious fall into the lilt of voice

And the way your tongue moves me

Light on your skin

And joy in your step translating to joy in my heart

A rush to be near

To hear and listen like never before

A connection

A chance to be more

This sunshine

This light

This joyous

This free

Soaring on clouds

And walking on air

From untethered dreams

And shortness of breath

And then

Shortness of call

And brevity of conversation

And hope to doubt

And promise to pessimism

And a universe shift

That sends me flailing

Sliding into an uncertainty that was rock solid what seems like

Moments

Before

And before and before

Becomes

I felt and I had

When all I want

Is I have and I know and I feel

And I love

You

And you are now

This hurtful

This pain

This ugly

This scab

This hump of a thing to get over

No longer light

Nor right

Nor just

Because I have been here before

And I want to believe in you

Just believe

In what I feel

And trust

In what you say

And show

But…

Yeah.