Do I stand up?
Do I stand up and say “this matters”?
Not to confront, but to say
“This matters to me” and
“This matters to the relationship”
It is an issue of boundaries
And an issue of bleeding
Of blurring
Of two hazy figures merging
It’s an issue of trying to take account
Of what’s mine
And what you touched
In our space
In our togetherness
That gave rise to a beautiful union
And also, an absorption
The light and the dark side
Of being known
We open up
Like a field of wild flowers
Basking in the sun’s warm gaze
But in the morning
Our forms may become like fog
On the window
On a cold winter’s morning
And for that we will be responsible
There is safety in the oblivion of solitude
And
There is the ever-beating impulse
To be known
A dream
To be held inside the mind of another
It’s a conflict of values
And I’m found adrift
On the seas of connection’s potentials
Where there is surely satisfaction
And the opportunity for loss
And now
A multitude of voices are presenting
Standing up
For their each and every right
So do I say “this matters”?
Or do I fade
Into the slow-motion avalanche
Of thousand un-captured slights?