Metaphor

Your heart is a mussel, a clam, a pearl causing you to grieve such unnecessary grievances. Your brain is a twig, a nest, a hummingbird the wings are in motion yet it is standing still. In full view you stand with your head on his shoulder as he lay down with bottle in hand. Do not let him take your life under with him. Your voice is a symphony, an orchestra, a ballet. My head bobs as I focus on your hair s bob your Van Gogh, Monet, your Mona Lisa. Again, attempts at bringing him home waking him up, having him see, just for once what he s doing to himself and yourself, fail. Why attempt and lose every time? Blood on your shirt. Sweat on your hands, your shovels, your stakes. Into the heart of the evil, unwanted, unneeded. Your pearl is dull and your hummingbird has headed north to find a better place to call home. No more failed attempts my perfect perfection For a perfect mistake, he is the perfect metaphor.