you are

Dashing, eye held, confident in your knowing that yes, my eyes said yes

my center moves swiftly from my head to

my sexual sacral and you

stand there, without a word, asking.

a flutter, a swivel, a bad bad fearfulness, a blast of powder in my soul

you stun me with your beauty, clean-lined mind, calm surety, you

are everything i asked the gods for

last week

but now this cynical woundedness prevails and i am turning

away from the question i cannot answer with my whole

heart, unwilling

to give it any other way.