I’m scared of the stipulations of this adventure
Scared when you tell them it’ll all be over
Vitriolic voices vying for attention
Sweet-toothed lobbyists looking for love
When you find a real love, will you still have me?
Can we contain love in secrecy

The nomad on his feet, with his cherub throne
Acutely conscious of being alone
A tiger on the plain
Can do not a thing
Sworn to be strange
But striped the same

Sweet sleek drawl
Coax me forward
You’re hang-gliding into my
Stoic heart
Your house,
like your heart,
in shambles.
You once kissed me
Held me too tightly
In another world.

And of the bitterest friends
Who as far as I can tell
See all things as as a set of specifications
Which cannot inherently change,
One straw man fears the crow,
does not trust her throaty call
or an eye he cannot understand.

Given magic I could conjure
A more satisfyingly clear memory
Of valence electrons
Briefly connecting
Your body
And mine.