I cry at the simplest things

what is it that moves you

my soul has too long been tethered to a never-ending battle

what is it that moves you

do birds feel the weight of the world when they are taking off?
do they feel it being lifted when they are soaring?

how long have you wanted to soar?

my whole life

don't look at me like that
it intimidates me
i stay transfixed
can't move
she throws stones
he looks at me
she takes a break
he takes over

sit. listen.

i do as i'm told.

she comes back. my teddy bear. my darling. my dear. she comes back.
my hands are out of order
my thighs quiver but they
know nothing more than longing.
she comes back. she stares. she gazes.
quick quick put on a show
quit it quick quitter quaking in fear
ffffffffffurrowing her brow
show me tender
carry me slowly
softly over the threshold
one, two, nineteen.

counting for too long is maddening but
he stays calm and focused on his goal
no interruptions
no interferences
she gets emotional
he pushes down his *******

he looks at me
she looks at me
there is an understanding
there is chaos
there is peace