Def Poetry #9

This drink is to stiff,

and I slip in between cryptic quips

from your trembling lips

like a wisp of smoke-

I know this is is no joke

but the way you take me

leaves me feeling broke

and the way you shake me

makes me wish I was oak

but the rings inside of me

don't add up

and it's bad enough

that leaves of my branches

never stand a chance as

long as I remain the same

change is imminent

and in this baroque attire

I retire livid with

disappointment

this missed appointment

takes a heavy toll on my stroll

off balance and challenged

to my very soul

I stand like a tire tipped at the top of a hillside

refusing to roll

for I know what you meant

but I heard what you said

and I know that you sent

me right back to that beaded bed

its headboard rests longingly

to observe the love held in it's past

I've left the red snores and charmingly

swerved the above weld to last

as long as I can.

but I never stand a chance

as long as I remain the same

for the wind is pickin up

and I'm not stickin up this train,

my bandana is folded to hide the shame

but when I catch your smile,

and your eyebrows rise,

and when you try disguise,

your happy thoughts when you meet my eyes,

I despise how you make me feel

how I reel as I feel the layers peel

for I long to know you

as you know yourself

and I refuse to be put away

like a book on your shelf

I know i'm not as smart

and that smarts but whats more

is I'm not even dressed for

the occasion

the abrasions on my heart and mind

leave this exaltation to quiver behind

like the arrows for bows from the quiver on my back

packed away in fear of the looming attack

how pathetic am I that I can't even convey

how scared I am that you'll go away

and leave me like leaves leave the trees with barren branches

I would appreciate it if you'd responded to my advances

for I'm excited but despondent, I hate taking chances

for if it's not certain then why should I dance with

whats unknown

it's fair to say im out of my comfort zone

and i'm thinking that i'm not alone

so lets take this waltz in four four time

and lets celebrate the talks of our bodies aligned

malignantly fertile i cant comprehend

your nonverbal cues, your message resend

make apparent to me when i can begin to step in

or are we just friends?

if thats the case no haste just relax

but every morning i wake with the stale taste in the back

of my mouth

you've exalted those doubts

and left me without

standing a chance to remain the same

but standing chances leave backward glances

and in this trance i feel the lancet

and the steady hand that

performs this surgery

it purges me from those doubts

that I've talked about.

either way the wind will still blow

and off kilter or not i will still stroll

and i thank you for this new point of view

and the kindle to fire my spirit renewed

like each morning blade holds a fresh drop of dew.

These tired rhymes are through

If it's a game well played it's still just a game,

I'll take the chance

that I wont remain the same.