Poetic

For the first time in years I was feeling strangely poetic last night. So while I should have been studying the physiological vascular response to wound regeneration I jotted this little ditty down. Poetry always sounds more intense than the situation really is, but at the time I felt like I really captured my feelings here. Weird but very true. I wish I was a better writer, but I kind of like this one. The mood has to be right, I guess and it felt pretty right last night.

Flinch


I flinch when you touch me—
your desire poking through transparent fingers
gently encircling mine, urging them to wake
to respond
to reciprocate.
My fingers flinch as longing overloads the tendons
to respond
to reciprocate
to flinch away.

The vapor blocks my vision—
the spark in your eyes burns away my reason
so near the fringe there is no space to move
closer to you
to companionship.
My senses blocked by too too many needs.
to be closer to you
for companionship
to maintain control.

Your pain attacks my resolve—
your silent hesitation suffocates it with connotation
it chokes on my words that fight to evoke attraction
attachment
commitment.
Desire and conflict tear at logic’s impossible demands
attachment
commitment
isolation.


I flinch when you touch her—
her charming timidity angers and sustains me
broiling concoctionous consort of necessity
your happiness
your freedom
leaves me alone to flinch at the lingering landscape
your happiness
your freedom
my loss.

I flinch away.