Volatile
By James Flaming

Touch is the kind of drug that turns me volatile

Love me with caution, sudden movements have been known to be volatile

 

Hidden in a canopy of green; bark and book in child hands 

Paper thin comforts are best when the work waxes quickly volatile 

 

Buzzing, dripping neon with too-bright headlights while 

Flipping through day-night dreams, can’t you see? My attention is volatile

 

Doormat greetings can be chipped away by tone

Flint-sharp words behind anger’s key, volatile

 

And James! Halt dissociation. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, spark wires, reconnecting to eroding rivers,

emotion. Now let me be free, volatile.