light and swaying-
the trumpet
i long to close to my lips upon,
plays
notes i may never know---
spit, running from the brass of it's slender back
down to the meaningful place that it plays.
our meeting was a fleeting image
you and your coy self
and me,
feeling i could conquer you
effortlessly.
how wrong i was
trying to be more than i was to you
physcially and mentally.
i recall a day when you brought me new perspective-
i come back
to that
and think your lesson
is still pertinent.
Woman,
whose name i will not speak.
you get more than enough recognition
and praise
and love
for who you are-
needless to say
i realize how my approach to you was out of learning-
a need to connect.
i saw what could be and i wanted to emulate that.
only my connectedness with another made it messy and
not seemingly platonic.
you were confused-
i was hurt
and rejected.
your dismissiveness seemed careless
my eagerness seemed aggressive-
it did not work
and i will work again to make it matter to you this time...
