I am not an icon.
I wasn’t put on this earth to be
your should have been,
could have been,
might have been,
confessor or muse.
I’m not a cardboard cut-out
of imagination’s making
or a midnight fantasy
to be embroidered by your madness
or your lust.
I am – in all my imperfection – real.
Don’t desire me from afar
or come sniffing ‘round my door
teasing with pretty words.
Knock loud so I can hear you;
break a window if you must.
There is no time for nonsense;
each wasted minute shaves what’s possible
to an ever thinner sliver of what’s left.
If we dance around much longer
we may find ourselves across the room
from one another when the orchestra stops playing.
Stand up in all your manhood and speak plain.
I cannot read your mind;
you must show me your heart.
Life’s not a guessing game and I won’t play one.
© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
Getting to truth.