TRAP

                     Snap!
                     The non-existent trap
                     closes
                     on the non-victim,
                     makes solid
                     bars and walls,
                     dungeons in the air,
                     from fears.

                     We talk,
                     explain,
                     defuse the bomb,
                     and show the hinges
                     where the
                     trap
                     door
                     once hung.

                     But now
                     you
                     watch,
                     waiting,testing,
                     searching my eyes for the inevitable
                     lie,
                     poised
                     for flight.

                     And I,
                     closing the doors,
                     draw in,
                     slowing
                     actions spontaneous no more,
                     pause
                     listening,
                     for the beat
                     of your
                     wings.

Copyright Micca