Wanderlust
I’m wandering — but I’m not
lost, just walking along
the ridges of the hillside,
the valleys of your face.
I trail my fingers along hedges,
rows and rows of green
could this be jealousy?
I know it yet
I’m still fading away
in the background of
an invisible forest.
And I will find, I’ll find
the witch’s cottage where
she holds your heart, ready
to fatten it up (though it is
too big already) and eat it.
Delusional, maybe
and continuing my
fantastic search in
this invisible forest.
I conquer land I do not want,
discover creeks that should
have stayed hidden
like Pandora’s box.
Crevices, abysses
in the human mind
dark spots, sights
unseen, yet I see.
I reach it, touch it
smell its cinnamon scent
and it fades
white cloud
rough voices
constraints
struggle
fight
but there’s
no fighting
Psyche.