Only Stirred and Not Shaken

Do you hear them, dearest? The strains that lulls you in and dusts flirty air on your face
So you’d take a moment and sleep, though only for a minute.
It will seem like an eternity.
For once you close your eyes, your vision and your heart
molds into one entity, and
you will be unable to decipher clearly:
the varied and most diverse set of reasons
but at this point in time none will matter
and I will let you be.

So can you hear them, dearest? Does the magic employed not repel desired results?
I am bewitched by your beauty - you have encased them in your insanity.
You convince that I live in square by square
When I tell you that the edges you believe, they do not exist
but you always make sense out of nonsense
you leave me bereft of all reason
or is it you who is lacking of wit?
I no longer know. And I am no longer sure I wish to know, anymore.

Are you with me, dearest? Have you long run past the line of common grounds?
You were always fond to remind of where you and I stand -
but frequent as of late I recall not whether it was ever truly drawn.
The smoked edges of your barricades have been faint for a while -
and I don’t recall it being there at all.

But worry not, my dear. Am only stirred, not shaken.
Am only jostled a little, but not thrown and no I'm not shaken
Only stirred.

*H.A., 14-15 April,2010.