Quick to anger

You put on feelings
like a jacket
to break the chill wind
of my desire.

I ask you to leave
room for me
in your soul’s sleeve
and you stop.

“Must you take everything?”
you ask
and toss my request
into the air.

I follow its flight
with ardent eyes
and catch it
with eager hand.

“You should have let it fall,”
you say,
“for it is shattered