Artery

All morning
I told myself
I’d finally put an end to this—
cut the strings
that started to
attach us to each other
and walk away
without looking back—
that I’d go to bed
with a conscience
wiped clean—
promised myself
that in the name
of propriety and fidelity
I’d refuse to indulge
my instincts
and my intuition—
but when it was time
to put my resolve
to the test
and rebuke this
absolute weakness
I have for you—
I found I was in
possession
of not a single tool
to cut this connection
which has become
as important
as an artery
running through you
and into me—
pulsing with a reminder
of what it’s like
to be a little terrified
to feel this hopeful
and this alive.

 

 

 

DeMaris
1-18-17

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