Sometimes falling in love really does feel like losing control. I started thinking about the sharp sensation of fear as Cupid's arrows...
Cupid
What forces awaken
Who is impaled?
am I this shadow
or have shadows overtake me?
I’ve shed mask upon mask
and yet still carry this sword
at ready,
any warrior coming near
feels its fiery breath.
Instead of gentleness, closeness
awakens terror and rage
creating
a circle of flame
that surrounds me.
I start to reach out,
beyond that circle.
What do you see?
The story beneath the story...
or can you find that higher thread
only seeming delicate
that carries us all?
Did we disappear
for a moment
in indigo sky
as day, balanced with night
disappears the horizon
and earth blends with sky?
Everything, anything
all possibility.
