I sit above the clouds of toxic love
Watching a man in an invisible cage
Struggling like a hog tied mime.
Self inflicted shackles.
Bars names obligation, committment, love and time.
He flinches as I shift in my seat
Fearing I will leave him in the valley of his own loathing
Uncomfortable in revelation.
I remain at my concrete post breathing the sweet air of epiphany.
I do not fear the beast held in the taught flesh of man.
Flesh that is slowly peeling from the bone, wrinkling in time.
He will be exposed.
I am hard in my will to remain a static pole beyond the suffering.
I do not move to go to him
Except to offer resolve
When he is choking on his own fat tongue to pat him hard on back.
It will be for his comfort not his breath that I go
And for my comfort that I return.
He wipes the blood of his sweat from his face
Only to find tears puddling in hard hands.
I wait for his heaving fit of controllable emotion to subside.
Slumber befalls him and he finally sleeps.
I creep down the hillside
Through the rattlered wheat and vultured skies to find a whole man again.
The electricity of his bonds have disipated.
The air smells like posies, cinder, a placenta.
I touch his face and vow to leave.
Only this time, I won\'t go back to the hill.
I have done what I said I would.
Proved my resolve.
Held my ground.
The searing heat has burned my hair and clothes from my body.
Fire spawning from a misplaced temperment and complacency.
I am exposed now.
I have come undone.
