ROARING

 

ROARING

Games,

I know we're playing games

Dances with wolves,

you toy with my mind;

making sure,

I stay grounded.

Inconsistency, isn't my forte,

nor is uncertainty 

But, the kites, you slide,

under the door, of my cell door

are no more than bait.

When you come around,

when captured, to moments un folding

There, there is where I can palpate

just how much I miss you.

Simultaneously, temptations,

and, the incantation of hope,

makes me realize why I wanted 

you to leave

(and tay gone)

Frankly, I do "me,"

better,

when you are away