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To unfelt love
Your words disturbed my nights, they did
few and paltry though they were
and what would happen with me and you
I was never exactly sure
Your crooked smirk, unspoken tip
of the iceberg deep inside
that gouged a hole in my mind's ship
Washing me up with the morning tide
As I walked home without a kiss
Or an inflected, stricken goodbye
You said your chivalry was amiss
And so you perched in branches high,
Unreachable owl, piercing the night
with your searching, amber gaze,
Gripping with talons of hidden might
lost amid feathers and bones and brays
of creatures 'neath you in the dark
Your softly-breathed "Who?" received no answer;
You offered me no sacred ark
to sail me through the icy cancer
of fear's crescendo in your wood-
A gunshot in your neighborhood
So now I wonder if you would
Walk the walk you asked me to walk
because I've failed to reconcile
the warmth of your arms and the warmth in my heart
With the ever-callous style
of your messages on Sundays
(booze and sex in mind, no doubt)
And so I sought to repay
your cheek with everlasting drought
of presence, of sight, and of affection
that came to estrange us
And yet, it was not my intention
to stangle love with my mistrust
A starless night continues to shroud you
Reason says I was right to avoid you
Why, then, do I still think about you,
you,
you?
