As it Comes

A staccato waltz

through an open flame, 

two hearts

stalking each other

in a room made only for a bed.

If I were the other woman

if I were novel and dangerous

it might be possible for you

to become someone else

for a little while.

No one likes the self

they present to the world,

the self tailored to script.

Each day to wake

and be loved all over again

simultaneously new and nostalgic

that is the dream.

In me you find a mirror

and if cracked

it is no reflection on me.

There is only one enemy

and that enemy is self.

I have wars to last a lifetime

and demons beyond imagining.

I do not ask that you make me whole

only that you take each piece as it comes.