Speedometer

Speedometer

Personalities like catalogs

Ordered by number and letter

With photographs of every option

Frozen in time and perfect pose

Without return policy, size exchange

Or second thought, the permanence

In the selection and I am wary of

Staying in the same section

To find my way through the universe

To uncover the same stale dirt road

Would crack my back into a debilitating traction

Inherent in the process of walking is the ramification of paralysis

These busy bees, does she have time for me?

And why? what is in her life?

To be a satellite or the planet,

Every object has gravity, but at what size is it measurable?

To pull out the telescope in reverse

To see what I am pulling towards me

The differences between personality and activities

Yet wary

Above all I want to be wanted, to be needed

To be counted upon in both body and emotional

Beams in the construction of something greater than myself

And if with sufficient exposure can not be that to her

Then I must enact my own dismissal

Despite the pains of rebirth

And yet to know the difference

I must respect myself enough to make her

Earn my attention and affection

To not project perfection or a pedestal onto her

Because in that she can only feel the pressure of

Inevitable disappointment

I must be patient in my own feelings

So that the tendrils of her reciprocation

Can find root in a mutual speed of growth

And to do that

I need a speedometer, a gauge of desire

Predicated on what can not be lived with out

Given the increasing known’s and that can

Only be read face to face