The Lover's Leap
The Lover’s Leap
I know he never loved me.
If he did, he would have stopped me
Or taken me by the hand, the waist, the leg
And yet he dropped me.
He made me use my own two feet to run
To skip, to leap and run
To tasteless fantasies until my heart
And soul were gone and done.
I reached his heart, I thought, I hoped
But it was just his hand
I’m strung up in his nimble, charming hand
My hope buried in sand.
And yet this love, this fleeting, fiery love
The one that fills my soul enough
To overflow out of the nut that’s
Not so tough now
But then it is so tough so tough
So tough he promptly left
He left and laughed and let a laugh out
In my stupid crying face.
And when I made the jump,
The tip, the hem, the dress’ end was caught
In fingers long forgotten, still despised
And yet I never fought.
I am alive. You win again.
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