Disengage

A smarter girl than I would know
How not to sound so keen.
With all the fool that I have been,
Why must I let it show?

Can't keep my eyes demurely downcast,
My breath even and slow;
Or quell the excitement that starts to blow
Tingles up my spine, fast

Overcoming my good senses
Exactly like a blast
Of howling, icy wind, a vast
Assault on my defenses.

I want strong walls around my heart:
Fortress-like pretenses--
Razor-ribbon and barbed wire fences,
But I have not the art.

*****

And so I get much too invested
In a glance, a touch, a kiss,
And I am often prone to miss
When my interest ought be arrested.

08/08/2011

Smaller than a comma, insignificant as a cough

She called you a 7. That is all you are.
Reduced to a mere number,
A single digit. Just two lines drawn
By hands that are impartial
In assessing you.

I do not fear a number. An abstraction.
And more the fool I,
For ever thinking I should.

02/08/2011