Oz

Oz

When I start to miss you,
I feel I’m melting. I shrink down
to a river, and try to flow to you,
arms and legs flailing.
I can’t pull myself away.
I let myself fall down,
down, every feeling like
a fire bomb, destroying my walls
again. I don’t feel this.
I feel none of this, he is the dam,
keeping me at bay, he captures me
like a net captures a butterfly,
his arms encircle me and I feel
like I am home. You were the tornado,
and I was Dorothy, but he is Kansas,
and when I click my heels,
it’s to him I’ll always return.