Wednesday, March 11, 2009

His Net

You bring out your best
in the company of others.
Beers and table manners, on
warm breezy evenings

by the beach. But you bring
out the bitch in me when I can't think
of anything other than how I want you
to tell me what I should do,

and you don't. Why can't you?
You tell me what I don't do
and what you do until we're both blue
in the face from fighting. I know you

because I chose you. Somehow
there was a lesson to learn, that
I must have
needed. Another page to be

written. Someday soon
when you explode it will blow out with a
ferocity that shakes the sleeping fish's,
eyes even wider open.