In short sweet bursts
gentle lines across my hairy arms
you have me believe
your eyes, your heart, your spirit.

You imprint over old pages,
adding boldness, and abstract symbols...
a little mystery
it makes me cheerful,
something new to read and decipher.

I wonder about you,
and I don't know the answers...
I cannot extract myself from the new edition,
some of it may be fiction, or wishes,
truth still paramount, but far from malicious.

You say nice things,
your hugs are delicious...
you speak masterfully,
and scare me beautifully,
it adds to my existence.

What you could not tell me;
as distinct as a infant's cry,
was why?

Had the torture within you
rattled the bars and forced
you to plead sweet ignorance?

Would you have understood
an alibi, had I delivered it
to you in homonyms?

Were we a pair, had we pared?
Or did one of us bite too harshly
on the pear?

Or would you continue with
me, the way you knew how...
artfully coy, and full of deception?

and then, I realized
I knew... had always known
and therein is the rub
that has left me bare, a bear,
a grizzly discovery.

Don't come around
remove all words
and wonder.

Swirling around
vacancy in abstract
and plunder.

Glib.

Why?

Really, what's your motive?

I can't decipher,
there is only one person talking.

I don't know the perfect words
or how to fill you with joy
to make your world light as air;
a breeze that transcends time.

I don't know if I'm the one
you want to share your life
to hold, to cherish, to delight;
a laughter that it is alright.

I don't know where I'm going
but my hopes and dreams
had you with me;
hand in hand, looking back on magic.

Certainty was never free of doubt
until those words
left unspoken;
in all their destructive forces.

Certainty that perhaps this dream,
perhaps this world
is ravenous, callous, and imagined;
a royal guard has assembled.

They cannot force you,
they can only let you in...
I cannot go down a fleeting path;
I do not do transgression.

I can only give what is inside me,
be whatever it may...
it is an outpouring;
be it too much, or not enough,
it is all I have.

I have put it out there.

filed in to order, no smolder
where had it gust,
light shimmered...
pale and naked.

Filed by number, no folder
anguish and despair,
darkness beset...
charred and burned.

Eyes look around, no holder
void of care,
herald dawn...
looking upward.

On the side splattered twitches
a leg, a face, an ***** displaced
pain not factored for impact!
You drive, drive a bargain.

Step ******* the side splattered twitches
a tap, a crush, a left hook
the bends THE BENDS!
You swerve, swerve in X's.

Fall gently on the side splattered twitches
a mixture, a beverage, a brook
swimming swimming!
You dive, dive right in.

Once, as if it were written;
committed to memory.
You knew my touch;
my bitter,  a portrait of agony.

Commonplace, where you loved me...
and thought I would return there;
every time to your harsh tongue.

Twice you knew my joy,
though I don't think you know the meaning.
You plotted, dug a very big hole,
and pushed me in it.

You pleaded, without so much as a request!
Feigning:
No, don't fall in, I shall throw some dirt in,
and you can climb out as it fills!

I wonder where he went?
You knew me,
and even if there is a marker in the ground,
you shall see it written enshrined for all to see...
every deed, every writ, every decree,
I know you...
a villain you shall be.