Chase me

Chase me

Through the smoke screen

It is a difficult transition

Moving

From listening ear

To internal confidant

Sliding through the

Narrow gaps between

One reasoned process

And another

Resisting the urge

To deviate.

When a train of thought

Shuttles past

Close enough to board

There is comfort

In the familiar sound

Of complete sentences

When every instinct

Is to grasp them tight,

Letting go

Is a dangerous concept

To explore

Even as it tickles

The erogenous zones

Breathing is a habit

Too dangerous

To break

Play with my emotions

Catch me if you can

Deeply held beliefs

Are all we have

To distinguish one from another

If we are anything

Beyond ourselves

When pricked

By an outpouring

Of inner conflict

There is consequence

Keep me company

Even for a little while

Perhaps breathing together

Will prove

An exceptional circumstance

Worthy of recording

In the journal

Of remembrance

Write me

We can cite the passage

As recognition

Of a human touch.