Fear

Fear

 

He stopped me

from turning off

the stars. 

His arms, bight

that found the roots

of my willow

showing signs

of affliction

in the shallow waters

where I ran

demented

to men so divine

my bed boiled

like a cosmic

heat-wave. 

Now I hold my breath…,

remember

you playing the chords

to all my songs.

Fear, nothing but the past

freely scurrying about

grief stricken.