SUBJECT CHANGE

the subject is phobias-

Your fear of love is obvious,

locked down entrances to your heart,

we slip what we can through the mail slot,

look for carelessly unguarded windows.

Somehow, we always find a way in.

I keep bravely approaching 

the edge of the cliff.

But whenever I look down, 

find myself scrabbling back to safety.

The rocks are slippery on the edge,

adn each time I recall that it's

not the height I fear, it's the eventual fall.

The subject is relationships-

You sidestep the very question,

and from what you say, 

the action as well.

I get caught up in the past,

or the impossible,

and find it difficult being 

present for whoever's truly there.

The subject is love-

you see it as imaginary,

and as something to avoid

falling into.

I see it as the highest form

of human expression,

and would gladly fall again

if I werent so damn afraid of heights.

At least we have the sense

to laugh at ourselves

and each other 

while changing the subject.

Mutual Paradox© Cammie S. Sinor, 2014