From Time to Time

.... time to time,

I feel exposed

stripped of my mystery

too bright the lights

too sharp the blades

of my thoughts

crowding in

glueing to my wings

like petroleum jelly.

 

... time to time, 

I want to leave my used up body

and  take flight in the wind

stalking the whitest cloud

only one step off the windowsill

but the wood is cracked

and my legs are shaking.

 

....time to time, I wake up alarmed

by the intensity of your presence

in my dreams

where you arrive tearing apart

the blackness of the night, my refuge.

 

... time to time, I lie my back 

on the wet sand and close my eyes

to see red spreading under my eyelids

your hands warming my skin

chilled by the ocean breeze

that evening you asked me

if I will remember.

 

I remember and,

... time to time

I almost wish I could forget

not be ambushed by the memories 

that make me feel so wounded.