The Duality Of A Loving Man

Your breath settles on my skin like fairy dust,

It leaves seafoam green glitter everywhere.

I have to climb out of this rut, I know I must,

But your eyes warm me more than the sun,

And that is not fair.

Your thoughts surround my head like bees.

I am covered in honey and floral scents.

The wind takes away my money, my keys,

And I try to chase them in the meadow,

But my vision is too bent.

Your words dig into my wrists like shackles.

My head spins, looking for an escape.

I cannot give you my trophies or battles,

No matter how much you push me down

Or choke me with tape.

Your fingertips grab my jaw with passion,

I know it is one of your many games.

You laugh as you step on my final rations.

There is uncertainty in your voice,

And I know I am to blame.

-JW