a poem a day for a year # 103

I am afraid of Human Combustion.
And of losing you.
The thought of bursting into flames scares me the same as you walking out the door.
Lightening too. If you are struck by lightening they say say you are lucky if you live.
But if you leave me I would die like a sizzle.
Like a strike. 
I am scared of lightening.
And of losing you.

I would be the first to tell my girlfriends to be strong.
A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle
blah blah blah
But truth is I would fall to my knees.
I would say all the things that desperate people say
under distress.
while they are on love fire
I have been known to say that I don't want to live
without you.
Become manic and wild eyed.
I don't know who I am.

My grandmother once was sitting at her old wooden table and she said to her neighbor, 
Most of the artists I know
tend to be a bit off
some are mad
and strange and kooky
They dunked cookies in steamy tea and the sun was a fire in the window.
They had no clue that I heard them-
that I recorded those words into my mind.
like a single
like a hot song on the radio

and all these years later I wonder if the way I look at the world
is a bit off

Please don't let me burst into flames
Please don't take away my love fire
Please let me live if I am struck by lightening