and I fell into the disarray
some banging on and some racing through
crashing and striking
lulling the senses to violence
as simple as the next breath.
I fell into the display
a mockery of childish fairytales
with endings that flourish
and knot into a ribbon
a creeping note and a sweeping melody
a sharpness and a choreography
that delays the senses.
pick up all your weapons
and dance along
whip the trees and cut down the roses
here we try to dispose of all of it
why is the richness of life
now bludgeoned neatly
into a cardboard box?
and I kept falling through
a looking glass that shattered
my own bloody fingers
my own eyes watching
the dismayed expressions
the listless dance
the demands of the heart
broken between lips
that can’t ask for more
for its been counted and sorted
for someone else

to open without hesitation
and no wound to become an obstruction
to a flow that should be natural
and nothing would deter its path
to your heart
and then to mine
to open and bloom like sweet peas
and hydrangeas with their luscious ornate petals
to open without the sense of incoming doom
and the fear of mockery
to say the words as hot as they feel
and let it flow

let me sing the melody
an orchestral whisper into dusted corners
the reverb would upturn the curtains
and somehow the veils would vanish
somehow it will seem as real as the sun shining
illuminating the blue blue sky
spearing through the cottonous clouds

opening without hesitation
a vaporous foam
a froth of petals
every uncertainty a crackle of fire disappearing
and lighting all and every path
from me
to you