The Ides of March ride
High on the tide of emotion
Running through the heart and
Mind - causing fatigue from the
Cardiac arrest from the fear of
Failing - shutting down the chamber
Pumping the love... blood through the
Arteries just long enough to survive the
Pinch and pain from confrontation.
Do I want an unrealistic love?
Am I being perfectionistic and
Castrating? Cutting off the love by
Wanting a deeper truth and fearlessness?
It's going to kill me - I see Julius Cesar and
I can relate, "Et tu Brute? Et tu?" Slain by the
Blade piercing and flambeing the engine
Running my whole person - shutting down as
A preemptive strike? Is that best - or just
Another test I keep failing - mortally wounding
The only love I may ever know?
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