To be enamored with another.
A peculiar predicament indeed.
Think back to every thought had,
every experience owned,
every occurrence fumbled.
Recall the texture of the intentions.
The chalky residue choice left on
your conscience’s right hand
while its left waved goodbye.
A deep well heart, mind and soul
comprise, to dive to the bottom
would take all our lives, sacrifice implored.
Yet the ripples of another’s water
leaves this exploration farcically ignored.
We not only seek the other, we demand!
The right glance, the right brush of
a hand will so quickly derail plans
in exchange for a wild pursuit.
Or maybe a shivering solitude,
longing for shared lives to take root.
Worth carried inherent in our bones
we refuse to acknowledge, feeling
the need to be shown. Perspective
can mean the world, though we both gaze upon
same surface. Water meets air
forming looking glass.
The bite we long for hinges on the cast.
No doubt one is as complex,
Blind inward and out
we believe actions carry clout,
and they do.
Just not when thinking in terms of you.