transmogrification denied

You talk to me like I’m someone
when I spend most of my time
feeling like I’m no one

And I’ll admit, I liked your caution
the dance of distance in the activation
of our familiarity
because I have the unfortunate habit
of falling right in
and losing myself in the undertow
though I don’t yet know you well enough  
to call this love

We are music and poetry
and I can still remember the first time
I wanted to reify your soul
into words
like a butterfly pinned to a corkboard
though you’ve never been mine to pin down
or put on a pedestal for my own gain

You’ve always said art
should be free

© Indie Adams 2014
4-9-14
Day 4 of my 30 day poetry challenge