My Heart is in it For the Killing

My Heart is in it For the Killing

You,

You are always in my prayers

(and in my thoughts);

I hope to God we do not get caught

Up in a tantrum.

I find myself attached,

like a ladle to your handle;

Scoop me up with your soft hands.

Time and time again

I remind myself every story has to end…

This though, please be gentle.

A knotted ball of yarn – impossible to singly untangle.

(The words I speak, no dissection necessary – the cost is pure evil.)

For you, love,

You are my song bird.

A muse that amuses me.

Do not let me be…

I would hope you will catch up

and chase after me.