Tarantism

Tempo and furor
A sweeping waltz across
Dark floors with hidden pitfalls

I miss the pitfalls

& cascade like Alice
wrapped in the colors
of cheap alcohol cans

Sweet to drink but hard to swallow
I am in danger for my carelessness &
Carnivorous

There’s always something left to say
There’s always some other quiet
Admission

& my admission is clear:
“What wouldn’t I have given
To have tired of you”:

Yet I fear that will never occur

● LM