blue

My words cease to pour

From my heart and suddenly

I find I am speaking only

With a fire tongue [she shrinks back,

Unaware of which box she has opened

And what it must mean]

An almost terrifying blaze of purple

Has lit the sky behind her head

The neon pulse, the moon beats down

In tantric revolutions and I cower

Behind my fire tongue

Is it not possible that there are

Things that will just never be right again

I’m sorry that my heart is like the tide

Carried by the wind, always away from you

You whispered my name in the 5am half darkness

But the pillows muffled your sound

And I thought I heard you calling out the name

Of some other guy, that ultimate other man

 You so desperately thought I could be

The one who would come and break down your tower

While you leapt to safety

You didn’t realize there was nowhere to land

And so wound up in the river again

At the same time forgetting that the river

Is beautiful but also dangerous

I should have warned you, you were

about to be drenched wet, and sent spinning

And i might have had i known

My words cease to pour, the mirror cracks slightly

and I let go of her.

Though she refuses to be let go of.  Why?