BAMBOOED

Only when I think

I'll never be the same again

Do prove myself wrong.

I knew a loner once

Who so tired of his solitary life

That he actually shaved his left leg

So he'd think he was sleeping with a woman at night. But as predictable as as any ritual

I tend to drift like a walk on the beach at near sunset when the tide is strong pulling one alee

Alee, asea. You see that's me

As you've tried and tried again, almost Horton-like

To bend, to re-mold, to shapen my leanings

I've rebelled at your touch

Repelled from what I know is right for me

I can't give up control. I fought too long and too to get it.

The upper hand, the finger on the trigger, the pitcher not the catcher

As the David of modernity, I have a heart for God.

I know it's like the half-heart jewelry of my youth

Me having one half/ You the other

But it's not that I want both;

Not that I ever want Your half back.

I just want You sometimes to put it in a drawer for safe keeping

And just let me steer for awhile.