If I Were True

If I were true to myself,
I’d deny you nothing.
Give what could not be taken—
only offered.

If I were strong enough to speak,
I’d say what weakens my heart.
Spill all hidden within—
even from me.

If you wanted me for your own,
You’d repel all others.
Refrain from mentions of potential—
focused elsewhere.

The Explorer

You travel under the translucent
map of my skin
depicting my weak, my strong, my wear

Seemingly unnoticed, you transverse
a weedy mind
to a thicketed heart

Your presence mingles and lingers
until my thoughts are yours
your words we

Enter as a greedy explorer
keen to label all
but leave altered
by the landscapes you’ve recorded

Open Window

Hard to focus on the words
when he sits with potential
just over his shoulder
spilling across the rug like marbles.

Distracted by all that might
occur behind this backdrop.
A change of scene might possibly
firm his blurred edges to bold.

Suggestions of movement
from the next shadowed room
softened by fabrics and screens
set my mind to motion.

More fascinated with the hidden
than, the fuzzy fellow seated.
Lacking an anchor from his lips
I’m drifting to beyond.

Model

Stay long enough
and I’ll plaster
upon you
cookie cutter
hopes and
glossy desires.

I’ve built you
a model
of blocks derived
from wishes and words
not character
nor acts.

Thus, your eyes a blank
canvas
your mouth open
for interpretation
nothing too concrete
Nor too vague.

See, you’re here and
you’re kind—
responsive.
So, don’t do a thing
I’ll paint you
in the light I want.