id like to figure it out

with you– (id like

to cease spinning) and

id like you to cushion

my falls.

id like to quit talking

in circles

(enciting equilibrium).

id like to balance it out

with you and

inspire our own

passionate vertigo.

i wrote that poem a little over a year ago.  i never imagined that the poem would somehow mean something different to me an entire year later.  the sadness has washed over this poem, because i have finally realized that you cannot coerce someone… you cannot create a fiery, beautiful Love story when the Love has simply evaporated… and left behind only after-thoughts and wouldas and shouldas and water marks.  i am sure that one day i will dance again and someone will be able to create instability in my earth and when i feel unsteady their Love will catch me without stigma; without jealousy; without ill-will… and then i will write more beautiful poems and the sad ones simply wont seems so sad…