Perspiring Poetry

An accidental meeting Two paths cross Two blind possible lovers Not able to see the opportunity in front of them One with their head down watching footsteps

a smell, a scent, a catalyst

Etched into my granite soul

My curse and my desire a need and disease It's my bad habit not even I have to like it I know the warnings they are quite clear I fear it may be too late the cancer I feel is near

I dangle there my feet bare above the floor the rope is taught the chair no longer there time slows to a sloth's pace agony as i watch the clock each second an eternity my life should pass