the chilly calm where words
hang in icicle spikes waiting
on faith to perform a ceremony of trust
you are what your kiss spoke on my lips.
Fragile stalks me as if I should accept
its curse, become a fainting, messy chapter
in a romance novel I would cringe at reading.
I am more attuned to dark magic than
a simpering, palpitating heart weak
wish for a golden wand to slap you
into what I want you to feel for me.
This sleeping bus of weirdest emotions
is the silly, severe heart crashing I’ve
never imagined I’d be trapped in.
Stop laughing at me as if I were a guppy
swimming in a fish tank waiting for attention
(even though I am), and tell me whether
the fruit of this moment will bring blessing
or rot on my memory until I grow nothing but bitter.
©Susie Clevenger 2024
Word Garden Word List ~ Night Road
