The only danger in loving you
Is that I end up loving me.
You have no you to give away;
Choose not to play this game,
Wrapped around your paper core
Like so much cotton candy,
Sweet, tempting, airy
Volume without substance.
I bite into your mind:
You melt away in silence.
I lean upon your arm:
You slip out under.
I reach for you in sunlight,
Touch your mirror;
Wrap my arms around you in the dark
And end up holding me.
Copyright 1994, Diana W. Smith, All Rights Reserved