Trip too Deep
Karen Hallenbeck-Sikorsky-George, BS,RN
January 26th, 2007
High heel girl, pantihose they grow, form, line, the longest legs going up
To the top, the hill that you aspire, oh tower long, hard, and foreign do not
ENTER me without a card, a word of love, a payment of emotional vegetation
You grow, (I shrink), you pillage (I am still), you want all of me (take me)
Pale, want no love, flushed, want all of you, decisions (I won't make), you
Take me too deep, I fall, beyond the valley of sunlit dolls, break a leg, me
When the cathedral bells chime, the feeling rushes within me
Shattered ruins am I, clustered behind the pew of nuns
Pristine habits, stiff, they are all the same, can I clone
One of you just five minutes, feel the spirit (Holy) broken glass
Flushing, warm, the heat is spreading through every centimeter of my skin
Pinpricks of fertile life, a breath of air drawn deep in your lungs, expelled to
Me, and respond does a body I do not know, with a name you have given
The birth of love, is just this heart that beats in perfect time, it will not die
Nor I for you (ever let go), this park bench chills me, sitting till dusk finds
Me alone (where are you), if you hold my hand I will be NOT what I hate
Again I trip on shoelaces never tied, this one long street so
Narrow, garbage cans lined and beaten, dents that will not fade
Laughter peals from on high, beyond and above joyous clouds
There is nothing but I to remain, to fade, my scream silent, go away
A year passed, perhaps two, and the only velvet screen, the idle hands bare
Is the thought of a perfect world, where your voice never screams, and not lost
I find my way home, lock the door, enter a world of two (never one alone), and
It will end, for days do, I won't wear this short dress, or ever look him in the eyes
(He is not you) or pretend what I need you do not have, that I'll fall beyond the
Place you could not reach me, in sleep, or nightmare dream, or the twinkle
Of one bold, yet brazen star in some sky that is owned by the
State of Texas or you just can't smoke out there and the laws
That bind will remove any semblence of who you are this day
This last day I'll remember (Friday) and God removing our power
To harm, hurt, run in fear, to put aside that beating, throbbing, living heart
Called LOVE, it is a movement a profound destiny here (mark the day) and
This calendar of life will burn like that flare on the road did, when a tire blew out
Just one more time somewhere between home and hate, and I'll never leave you
Again, never pretend I don't know, and I'll cherish your deep eyes, your voice so
Culturally Cajun, and smell cooking that fills the hunger in my soul, do you want
Pink upon the windows, to hear the swoosh of water in the bed
Feel my shoulders thin beneath your powerful hands, and the
Heat of your touch burns me to cinders, to resurrect me from the
Dead, be that love hurts, I trip too deep, my legs cannot reach
It is not the end, pure white dove
You are here, so still, I am immobilized
Your touch feeds the fire inside, I breathe
Let's make it this time
Let's be, when...
