#1506

If I think about myself as I am
a girl who’s always anxious
who speaks too loudly
who cries too often
who is graceless and tactless and intense
I fear I will be too much for you
that I will push you from my side
I wish instead I was the moon
sharp and radiant and cold
dressed in light and shadow
for as the moon I might pull at your heart
knowing you cannot resist the dance
knowing you must always follow me across the sky
faithful sun drawn in the the wake of your moon

#1491

I had a wall once
’round a fortress made of stone
wherein I was safe

I had a wall once
to which you walked up boldly
no weapon, no shield

I had a wall once
and thought the gates rusted shut
until you stepped through

I had a wall once
but it fell in disrepair
I was lost in you

I have no wall now
it’s but rubble ‘neath the grass
I’m okay with that

I have no wall now
will you help me build a fence?
that should be enough