Terminals

I fall for you but then I don’t
want to call you but I won’t

how contrary can I be?

it’s six of one and one for all
and still I want to fall
but don’t.

and so
I stay in the frying pan
warm on the fire

a starling wasting time
perching on the wire

I should fire a warning shot
across her bows
but
how’s she going to react?

this is why I can’t attract
I just subtract when I should add

I fall again
it’s not so bad.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.