rocks and hard places

PART ONE:

Rocks and hard places
we sit between waiting
and waiting on, serving-- hard to watch

Please others or repair
the caves we've created
protecting preservation wall -- hard call

Please be with me for this time--sturdy rock
Do what you need veils desires of
be my companion, be my lover – hard change
A bachelor yet but not a short-term affair.

the rocks we serve are hard forged
by the hell fires of their own doing--
cracking under the least of pressures

the rocks we are, without intention become cracked,
crumbling into seas of liquefied dreams of constancy
to feel other than stuck between
rocks and hard places

PART TWO:

For a moment all to brief a sweet moment of contentment-
not torn, not scared, not hidden hearts delight

For a moment- beyond the space between the rocks and hard places
repairing, rebuilding, regaining stability, constancy, and calm

Every other moment shattered with the fears, tears and raging of the rocks we serve—as I write—two words, rage, two lines-crack, crack, two parts, bellows of fear fuel a growing fire—

I can’t find the space clear enough to work under these conditions
I can’t find the quite that won’t lure me into sleep for I am exhausted except for the moments when I melt into you—then I feel alive and content and least like a rock and most like a girl—least I forget that I am.