by Hannah Carle‘I have a confession to make’ is how it will begin.
‘I haven't felt this way about one of your type
For a very long time’ is how it will continue.
But it won’t begin yet: I am too afraid of you
And must remain poised like a cat—ready to strike
But timid too, tensed for instant flight.
I fix my yellow obelisk eyes on yours, blue.
Will we find a green stream in which to swim,
Let our wet bodies meet? Meat, and Meet.
Hannah Carle’s music can be found at http://www.myspace.com/hannahcarle