Trust You
poem by e.e.cane
Jan. 16, 2021
I’d trust you, but you
have too much power over me
The only thing saving me
so far
is that you’re not aware of it—
the dreams raging,
waking decades of fire
swirl round your eyes,
the hairline of your neck,
to inhale fully
I remember...wildness
nerves suffused
unstrung
—the lyre plucked, and I dance
Yes....
far too much power
I’m sorry,
it is me I don’t trust
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