Peering Through a Telescope.

 Peering Through a Telescope.

I'll look one way and you look the other

Or else I will stare right at you,

Make you sweat with nervous energy

Not blinking, barely breathing

Until you leave.

Tail between your legs, whimpering a little bit.

Do I want to be your friend for any reason

Other then to ease/increase the love/pain I have for you.

It is still new and dark red.

My mind yo yo's, being toyed with

And dragged on a string through broken glass

and warm smooth custard. Yellow and sweet.

Ridiculous is all I can now think

No, maybe its still despair.

The string frays more each day,

Half relishing the release, half clinging to the safety of the familiar.

Still its about to drop all the weight that it is carrying.

to smash or slide to a stop.

Stop! I think, such a novel concept.

Does anything ever stop or just carry on in some

thoughtless, thoughtful, thorough way

Either/or. Anything is better then this frozen tundra,

vast, yes, but not welcoming. Beautiful in its bleakness.

I will scatter the dark red all over the white,

and take you by the hand so you no longer look

the other way but straight down the bloodied path

I have walked and I will leave you there.