by Jennifer L Banks
I am not worthy of touching an ounce of your flesh
Damaged and broken, two souls electronically mesh.
Circumstance and intelligence flung them together,
Spiraling, diving, crashing into each other,
Glass wings, two unique birds of a feather
Words and ideas spoken long into the lonely night
happy sighs and laughter, this magnetic pull,
Overstepped invisible lines in the sand
I, brand myself not a jester, but a fool.
Why do I manically watch the train wreck coming?
Across the electronic ether the warning bell rang,
As you listen to the wires overhead humming.
Screeching iron against the familiar rail
When you hit the well worn brakes,
Screaming this is no god damned fairytale
Reality chokes me in the darkest hour of night
knowing well glass wings never take flight.
Author's Note: this is one of those poems that you try to make it go one way and it throws itself back into it's own direction and path. This was a poem written after a flare up of mutual emotions.
Posted on 09/22/2007
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