Powerless/Powerful

My, my the fluctuations. I think I'll end with the powerful one. It is often interesting to me, while attempting to objectively observe my own personal growth, that I come upon the recurring theme of the fact that my sexuality, and I think the sexuality of a lot of females, can at alternate times make us feel both helpless and extremely empowered, depending on the circumstances. These are from both sides of that spectrum.


Diffuse*

I'm not gonna

let

on

how strong

the pull is.

Sucked under

where the heat is

unbearable

and the tickticktick

in my soul

overwhelms my

subtle sensibilities

Loud and clear

and sheer

force

of will

is holding off the quiet

ka-boom

in my heart

a timebomb

waits

and my blood runs

just as red

So when my eyes

break

from yours

to tear

the electric

blue

arc

when the voltage is

so high

the buzz is

vibrating the lines

Detonation looms

And I sever the

crossed wires

before the explosion

because I,

I only have

so

much

restraint.



Notice

Oh honey.

It's getting

BAD

in here

isn't it?

This room

is

suddenly

smaller

tighter

warmer

Harder

to breathe.

I follow your eyes

up down

up

quick furtive

glances

talkingtalking

drawing your lines

in the sand

I'll stay

behind them

and smile

but

keep in mind

that words

are cheaper

than the deep breaths

you're taking.

And you,

you have been

busted,

my friend,

if that is

your

real

name...



*I did not spell "defuse" wrong. Word play = "diffuse" describes how I would feel after the inevitable explosion, if the bomb is not "defused." I <3 my readers.