Love is the Special Word

I shuffled my feet
Hesitantly at first.
But when I heard
The special word
I marched
Straight forward until I was
Exhausted by my efforts.
I lack trust in the special word.
The special word lacks trust in me.
Contrary and combative, we dance
In the fire, ablaze with passion-
Ate special words like cereal, crunch crunch to
Devour, to absorb to sincerity til our skirts twirl
And swirl in pudding molasses, dragging my trustless feet
To defeat an absent foe. A nonexistent foe.
This foe says the words
And I melt
Embracing
Encasing my flaws into somebody’s web,
When I really should say no.
But when do we learn to trust?
Even more,
When did we learn to mistrust?

6/2010