on a sultry summer evening, I am captured in your
emerald eyes. Paradox windows beckon me, as
your pain hints and sparkles. Your voice...
a swords' edge, so sharp. You test me with riddles
and innuendo, cutting me in discipline...
I tip-toe in sweet nothing's verses, shallow...
so meaningless, and you smile. I dare not jinx
this moment by speaking my love. My heart
inside out I as ache to admit my truth to you,
offer you the infinity within. Our dance, your
verbal leprosy. I give you what you demand,
I break. You toy at my heart, discounting
it's worth. You play the chords. My soul
strings vibrating in twisted, agonizing melodies
until snapped. Curly debris, qualifies as
a tangled lesson...
Surely as the sparrows sing amongst the morning
rays of the sun at dawn, I choose...
walking away from you.
© Bobbie Sandlin
