safe/unsafe

everyone's a liar
everyone's a lover
in some way, shape, form
or another

we lie to ourselves
the worst, most of all
and take, along with us
hostages of heart,
those chosen, compelled
here, to fall

apart, like an art
our strained and pained,
preyed humanity
how to get to the tender of trust
when all here, defensive blows
so swift to strike,
war of ego and vanity

so much possible,
yet impossible the same,
i came, remarkably, to love you
not fill you with blame
and all the tragic, too often
"more of the same"

safe/unsafe
there is something inside
your dangerous reign
something unspeakable
i cannot reach, explain

yet i find myself
a captive
to the want to try
again and again

risking the ruin
the message, worn thin
i retreat, or at least try to
lick the wounds,
yet called back to you, when...

you seem to be the only one
i am speaking
from the depths, the inner soul
seeking
something safe in your unsafe
as if you, unconsciously now
have put me, your world
in my proper, rightful place

the meaning, it may have
gotten lost, in the dark
the bludgeon of purity,
the stoic in stark

contrast to
the good intent,
i came with, upon you
unlike any other,
nothing tried, nothing true

never came to harm,
scare, like a hope,
heart, imbued

i just somehow got lost
in the depths of the safe/unsafe
punctured psyche, reality, recognition

of all the things torn apart, us both
inside, now conditioned

the endlessly searching,
silent knowing/unknowing
drown, here defined,

safely, unsafely

as

the naturally, organically
developed dynamic

me and you....


bowen hart roselli
27 september 2020
ringwald love