Proximity Two
It was proximity alone;
the nearness;
the contact
on a too-close basis
that harmed her
she explained.
'Some people' she said
'by virtue of who they are,
by virtue of their being-ness
without malice on their part
can be bad for you,
sever your innocent heart.
It might be they are prettier,
smarter, calmer, or they remind you of
someone or some thing which plants gnawing fear in your soul.
These are Irresistible Flame;
you are the Irrepressible Moth
flickering close
sensing you might meet doom;
you Juliet
he Romeo,
we both moments
away from soul-shaking tragedy-
a train rolling to a high cliff
a breath-taking exhilarating dropp ensues
and frozen I exhalt
never thinking, or caring
of the shattering fall
as I, the moth,
feel the heat;
light at first
but at last
wings aflame
I surrender to
the searing blaze
not caring for the all-consuming inferno.
Who is hero here
who the villian;
only dread circumstance' she said.
'There is no cause Reason respects,
only left is magic that says
there might be between us some previous
life's extinction,
that the soul remembers
from some previous existence.'
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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