How soon those eyes of yours <br />stretch across <br />to grab me by the soul <br />and squeeze <br />til heart drops drip <br />drip drip <br />and my knees <br />clank away <br />shaking. <br /> <br />Each time I say <br />I will not <br />let <br />these feelings sway. <br /> <br />My common sense <br />turns away <br />abandoning me; <br />my helpless self, <br />my angry self <br />my begrudging self <br />all line up inside me <br />and caterwaul; <br /> <br />leaving me exposed <br />to fiery rising Excitements Touch <br />poising above my soul straining <br />against Respondment's call <br />but l am losing the will- <br />my soul fluid <br />dripping away. <br />. <br />Where is the key you have <br />which unlocks my door? <br /> <br />Where is the silent heart-switch <br />which clicks <br />turning on my heart? <br /> <br />Where is that definition of love <br />that here fits? <br /> <br />This is a core mystery <br />I share with you <br />even when I don't want to: <br />even when I want to hide or run. <br /> <br />When my tent flap is closed <br />it opens <br />by my own hand, <br />against my will <br />and I am always surprised <br />wondering what part of my brain <br />worked that hand <br />despite the other No part of my brain. <br />saying No, <br />don't reach <br />don't go <br />but I do; <br /> <br />streaming <br />in my wake <br />abandoned regrets <br />and doubt; <br />as our silhouettes merge <br />in this holiday tent; <br /> <br />I hear <br />a night owl <br />go Hoot. <br />Hoot. <br /> <br />Amy's in the fire-pit; <br />soul aflame <br />memory gone. <br /> <br />Heart recklessly spent <br />on another night <br />with you <br />in the warm summer fire-pit <br />souls joined.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-pit/
