You
flicker
in an
instant
and warm
my face
my soul.
and I
am happy
for a
moment
thrust into
amour’s rosy
hold.
Then you
dart
behind
the drooping leaves
of a banana tree
where I
can’t see
and I am
lost.
And in
an instant
I hate you.
I hate you
loving me
lulling me with your
luminosity,
turning me
into the insect
and yourself into
the death-fire
that draws
me
in
and burns
me just
beneath
the breast
and settling in my stomach
like starlit butterflies
and warming
memory’s cold storage
and stinging my fingertips with your passion….
I hate you for
deceitful ways,
tricking me to thinking
you will stay,
hoping and believing
your fire
fly,
will bring me home.
But you don’t
and I hate you,
You
tiny jack-o-lantern fooling me,
You
dreadlocked will-o-the-wisp
skanking underneath banana tree,
I hate you,
I hate you,
I hate…
You there!
flickering again
and warming
my face and soul
and wrapping me in amour’s hold
and dancing and drawing me in,
into your world and..
and…
and…
shit.
©2002 Debra Providence