by Candice Ann Moraga
He cast a spell with his serenade
He briefly exposed his soul
I tugged the choke chain on my heart
Didn’t want to lose control
Looking back, I realize…
That I have been afraid
I took a vow of celibacy
A pact with myself, I had made
Even if I never see him again
I’m thankful I felt a spark
For I’ve always been obsessed with fire – The kind you still feel when it’s dark
I don’t want a holiday barbeque – Roasting wieners, and then it’s all done
A fleeting affair, only temporary – That kind of romance, I now shun
How will I know when I’ve met my match – When I’ve found a heart that’s like mine?
My brother assures me, “You’re a catch”
On the phone while I pitifully whine
At least I still have a bit of faith
And a teeny bit of hope
How long can I hide and sequester myself
While I brood, and I write, and I mope?
Turtle in shell, I hide myself, alone in a darkened cave
Please, somebody, fetch me out – you know it’s my heart that you’ll save.
