poesie

excerpt .43

I stand, tethered to you,
hands held with death,
entranced.

they say loving feels
magical,
if you do it right.

I move, slowly and
not so surely
towards your arms.

I count the steps,
fists clenched in fear,
entangled.

they say commitment
drowns,
if you can't handle it.

I leap, not in trust
but in despair,
towards your face.

I count the steps,
eyes cower in daylight,
ensnared.

I fall, following you,
hands held with doom,
intertwined.

they say loving feels
magical,
if you're not careful.