To Be One

Tell her i’m afraid

sure as hell I won’t; better

loneliness for months

Sickness cooped up. pray

young miscreant, wallow for

I am tired again.

Callous tongue tapping

concrete gums; syllables weights.

blame them or yourself.

Don’t drop anchors on

helping hands- damn these chains choke!

love thy neighbor

So I hope, cope at

midnight as you venture glass

bound landscapes. her smile

Escapes in pappus

wisps, off they venture in wind

bound vistas, silk sun

Weaving lion tooth

dandelion bloom, golden

webs devouring,

Crawling hay-like goose-

bump risen hairs tarsal claws

impale with vampiric grace.

I both despise and

am enamored by your ways

yet you climb Himalayan

Peaks, never tired nor

passionless, breaching arctic

blight meteoric.

Miles below I stare

frightened of silver frostbite

blades, bruised mountain sides

Exhaling torrent

gales from hell and reserved fears.

something surprised me

Within my bouts

of focused self loathing and

reductive daylight

I could redeem my-

self if I took a step to

you, not because of,

But due to a new

will to climb unknowable

heights. I could not love you