The Lover's Leap

The Lover’s Leap I know he never loved me. If he did, he would have stopped me Or taken me by the hand, the waist, the leg And yet he dropped me. He made me use my own two feet to run To skip, to leap and run To tasteless fantasies until my heart And soul were gone and done. I reached his heart, I thought, I hoped But it was just his hand I’m strung up in his nimble, charming hand My hope buried in sand. And yet this love, this fleeting, fiery love The one that fills my soul enough To overflow out of the nut that’s Not so tough now But then it is so tough so tough So tough he promptly left He left and laughed and let a laugh out In my stupid crying face. And when I made the jump, The tip, the hem, the dress’ end was caught In fingers long forgotten, still despised And yet I never fought. I am alive. You win again.