First stride.

September 19. 2014.

I was caught mid stride
not sure of the step down

careful to embrace you.

I was caught up strong
in the takedown

waiting for the shakedown
wanting to put a stake down
telling you not to break down
or let down
or step down
or take down

leaving you
with a strong flavor
wishing you’d like to savor
the moment
this moment
our moment

there’s no need to try to save her
nor act like the slave’s savior.

no telling what will happen
if you start telling her how to behave.

her body will turn against you
her mind already farther

so maybe it’s for the better
that we treat each other right
from the first stride.

what are you doing in places not meant
for you?
what do you want
with a place that cannot care for you?
will not offer you a better tomorrow
Today.

I’m looking for a love that’s a little bit
more bitter

so show me
how to love with the taste
of blood and iron

my frozen tongue is my worst enemy
though my frozen hand works hard
to replace it
take its place as the one that’s
holding
me back.

I want to do things in one take
AND know how to iterate.

the truth is to beholden
be held
and not be stolen.