Enmeshed, you say
Are we?
Is it so bad to be?
Delicate veils softening vision,
Enhancing fond eyes and gentle blushes.
Unfaltering gears of each others’ clocks.
Protective gauze lifting each other up,
Holding firm and steady through fragility.
Depth of care and thought and spirit woven neatly throughout our cloth –Even, interlaced, aligned.

But I see the shadow side sneak in too.
Sometimes we’re enmeshed more
Like barbed wire, harsh, tearing tears
Caught in each others’ throats.
A safety net with too many gaps,
A trust fall with eyes wide shut,
Our weave not as even as dreamed.
Or your flyswat reaches, eager to kill the
Incessant buzz of inconvenient feelings
And quickly bypasd the carnage.