If you were there, you will understand...

HIGH NOOSE

The lightbulb was a noose,
that worked against my better judgement
as shadows played across the breeze of knowing who you are...

I'm not the one you think:
This mass of curves and rolling bones
sparked gracefully through low moans

It split apart the third eye;
rendered it useless.
I
am as easy to deceive
as a four-year-old
wine.
I don't know how to play your games.
So I can't stay
past midnight
or sunrise
or...

A muse beyond reproach once told me I am week.
S-S-S-S-Stuttering through these
g-g-g-glitches of my better composure,
I
am
stunned
by the graces of this ghostly moment.
I'm not

the one you think.
I
am
four syllables long.
I
am
four-four time.
I
am
dancing in my seat of-the-pants
audacity to come alone
and let each note echo through my
selfish heart:
wishing for attention
to break this weary wonder at
a world I can't swim in.
I give in
to the music only.