Fatal Attraction

Fatal Attraction

Sometimes, it's merely a question

of cutting

the weight we put onto

connections

My feet are [could be] bound

to the ground. If I want to be imperceptible, I have to release

the tension that pulls them, smoothly enough to almost

feel its strength dosing off

The door

is a living thing [it is]

and it asks for respect

When reaching out for its secret

patience is the key

for silence and an anointment

might [could] help

Walking becomes an exercise

of balance

between close and far neighborhood

Thinking within focus, for a few hours, can [will] lead to

exceptional brain output, but it´s not [seldom]

appellative

to the body's social skin

My fingers have relearned

how to touch; my eyes register

the distance between the car and the tree; my position

is attractive

to the ground or the tree; soon

I will know which, if

my discernment

tells me.

© José Coelho, 2015