Safety in Vulnerability

31 Dec 1999

Lay my heart upon hardwood floor
that sweat and moan with ghost-feet echoes 
and the gloss of a hundred loves
that loved before you and I.
Build me a fire blazing from shadows
cast under mahogany shelves groaning
with the blessings of a million stores told
rendered in scratchy paper and tears.
These shadows that creep up to the mountain of papers;
frantic errant thoughts wrestled from the mind
tossed onto paper
with one hand on the steering wheel
and fruitless nights toiling
for the auspicious phrase, the celestial thought
that will transport these feelings
to living, breathing, entities 
that will walk beside us, arm in arm,
and warm our colder days
when our relationship falters and stumbles.
I know you exist
my love
in the swagger of an arrogant child
or the brilliance of a million hopes borne
on waves of intelligence and stoic strength
and I shall be redeemed
for the heart I gave a thousand men before you
	in you will find a home
	and safety in vulnerability.
My love, I search still.


© 1999, Tara Tambolleo