#4 Poems by Ryan Hoskin
Skin Rather than deriding my weaknesses, or running away from them, or "working to change them" I dance, resting swirling myself In circles to shed The sunbaked clay Like snake skin And I wonder What would I have become Without the brace Of clay? Abandonment One moment Blissfully happy, the next I have moved on Like macaroni and cheese, Fireplace in winter, Pure oxytocin When will I feel Within myself The unconditional warmth Of a dog's love? Canine honesty instills No anxiety Yet humans Tend to walk Away from love: We are afraid But do we have to be? How would I stop? Hostage Are you a stage For my dramas? Or are you My lover? Where else Will I Put this Stifled love? Taking it away From myself And bringing it to you Like a cat with a dead Mouse, is less Painful than having It taken from me Dreaming I let It all go to bliss