Fire-Pit
How soon those eyes of yours
stretch across
to grab me by the soul
and squeeze
til heart drops drip
drip drip
and my knees
clank away
shaking.
Each time I say
I will not
let
these feelings sway.
My common sense
turns away
abandoning me;
my helpless self,
my angry self
my begrudging self
all line up inside me
and caterwaul;
leaving me exposed
to fiery rising Excitements Touch
poising above my soul straining
against Respondment's call
but l am losing the will-
my soul fluid
dripping away.
.
Where is the key you have
which unlocks my door?
Where is the silent heart-switch
which clicks
turning on my heart?
Where is that definition of love
that here fits?
This is a core mystery
I share with you
even when I don't want to:
even when I want to hide or run.
When my tent flap is closed
it opens
by my own hand,
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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