From 5 Degrees to Separation

Oh impulsive one, twist and coil,
how you dance with delight.
The lotus in your hair reflects
the token efforts, that brings a smile.

Making love to the man with the boyish grin.
Watching old movies, the scent of candles burning.
Honeysuckle and magnolia are thick in the room.
The secrets that make you beam, this is part of you.

We flew kites today, your
eyes lit up and you smiled,
said you’d like to fly away too.
Your life dangling by a thin string.
I worried.

Woman-child get out
of bed. Brush your hair, let's
go for a walk. So many possibilities
for freedom. Come on Sweetness,
it’s not too hard; you’ve done it before.

No, no, no!!!
Not the gloomy room, my near and
remote one. Where the curtains are
black and swallow you whole.
Gulping you like cold water.
On a hot day into hell.

Where you’re convinced
that you deserve to be.
(Deserve to be)
I stay for the chemical shift.
Inside your brain, head, brain.
So that we can walk again.

I wait.

Janet Caldwell
©2002-2008