Monday, May 4, 2015

Pollyanna

A snarl with headstrong eyes
that dilate against the white light
Fury has an awakening
and water has a boiling point
This is a condition of reckoning,
this is a rule of thumb
I hold hands to test my confines,
confines you regain again

This is about space and timing,
even when I'm cooling out
I feel your tension inside me
and see its gaze fall from your eyes
that tear up when you laugh or cry,
it sometimes has the same effect
I could harness it or smother it
or make it explode
I could regain it

MM 2000

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