I peel back
exasperated , dwindling skin,
Stripped of emotion
Reduced to ash and snow
And how could I Know?
The raw, sensitive temperance of the soul?
What yanks at our reddened heart strings,
Shushes our eagerness at bay,
Ushering this open wound,
Soft to touch,
Oh, how I loathe this wanton feeling,
The rising of this chest,
Is far too much
These wandering eyes
Land on such grace,
On possibility and love
As the wonders of space
It grabs hold of me
Pushing me to chase.