2.28.2011

LIFE is a CIRCLE

PART I:


HIS HANDS
   LIKE FIRE ON ICE
LIKE ICE ON FIRE
PLACED ON
   MY BACK

HE ASKS
  "HOW DID A SPARK
GROW INTO A FLAME?"
    
      I SMILE BECAUSE I WAS WONDERING THE SAME.

IT FEELS AS IF THE FATES
THEMSELVES ARE PULLING
US TOGETHER AND WE
ARE FOOLS IF WE RESIST
THEIR CURRENT.

    WE ARE FOOLS ANYWAY
TO TUMBLE SO FREELY WITH
ITS CURRENT

I SAID, "I HAVE FEELING FOR
YOU."
HE SAID, "WHAT ARE WE GOING
TO DO ABOUT (gesture) THIS?"
I SAID, "I FEEL THAT IF I KISS YOU I CAN NEVER GO
BACK. NEVER RETURN TO WHERE WE ARE NOW."
He: " YOU MEAN NOT EVEN FRIENDS"
ME: " I DON'T KNOW," I SAID.
  

      WE BECOME CRASH.
BIG OCEAN WAVE UPON
CLIFF. TYPHOON OF
FLOWER PETALS. WE
WRAP OUR BRAZOS. OUR
BRAVE, STRONG ARMS. OUR
CURIOUS, INTRICATE FINGERS
WE WRAP THEM AROUND
EACH OTHER'S SELF.
    IT FEELS LIKE I AM
BREATHING         FOR THE
               FIRST TIME.