Libra

By Soroh Mandel

I feel love…
like a concrete brick on a shaking cliff.
I feel afire…
like a thousand flames calling my name.
I feel tender…
like an open shell in a darken well.

And so we dance –
in mystic fields through silver branches – on ended songs and second glances.
I keep you close –
through sheer immutable will, and you’ll stand near me….
sometimes
as long as my heartbeat keeps perfectly still.

Things get tethered…
precious words sewn
in atrophy
detachment fails, and I improvise normality.

Forcing disconnect
minutes into weeks, standing steep in liquid steel…
only just to breathe
returned to you
stunned
in silent pain, watching your dismissive rage…
my absence ill received.

I pictured it an open sky
the moons embrace, your lovely smile
welcoming my special day...
but anger brews in different ways.

Your words spoke fire, and everything burned, and I choked on your venom and kept my back turned.

Reaction confusion!

Libra speaks, my invisibility shines
while your acid burned my flooded eyes.
Understanding cut in half…foundations have been shoved;
I’ve never felt such raw contempt from someone that I’ve ….. .

I feel…