Trapeze the line where the earth meets the ocean
you ache to let your eyes deceive you,
but you know these waters are volatile.
Emotions are a windstorm,
these thoughts you hold are razor-edged,
your old soul is left bleeding in the grips.
It wouldn't do you best right now
to see all that lies beneath this
and if you had half a mind, you'd just walk away,
fill these hopes with hard facts, avert your blackened field of vision
in a quick fit of self-respecting ignorance.
The form here is deceiving, you can see right into the heart of it,
but tantalized by the alluring look of skin
you reach out
to touch.
you ache to let your eyes deceive you,
but you know these waters are volatile.
Emotions are a windstorm,
these thoughts you hold are razor-edged,
your old soul is left bleeding in the grips.
It wouldn't do you best right now
to see all that lies beneath this
and if you had half a mind, you'd just walk away,
fill these hopes with hard facts, avert your blackened field of vision
in a quick fit of self-respecting ignorance.
The form here is deceiving, you can see right into the heart of it,
but tantalized by the alluring look of skin
you reach out
to touch.
well done.