In Medias Res

Lower your voice!
High and mighty
it echoes the room
like a cathedral full of sheep.
In Medias Res:
Have I your attention?
You color the world
with a straight smile
and hide behind your eyes.
Your lyrics
poetry
songs
All but stories in which you recite.
And how cleverly rehearsed they are.
You depict yourself as a wicked man
when deep down
you are merely
an honest man
with honest feelings
with the purest of thoughts.

But how do YOU know all of this?
Am I that transparent?
We've only held a conversation
for a mere two hours in total.
How can you claim to know me?
You don't know me!
Why am I even arguing?
At this point of our relationship
I am free to do anything.

So why not fly?
Fly away someplace
where you will never have to see
or think of me again.
All I've said to you
is that you are impossible.
I am intrigued by the way you are
though I cannot find myself with you.
Not yet!
You couldn't have come at a worse time.
Give me a fucking break!
Let me breathe!
Your words can sometimes be suffocating!
I am in love now!
Or at least I'd like to think so.

Time. Time is fluid.
Now patience,
Patience is a different thing entirely.
I've been waiting far too long
for the women that I have thought to love!
Why wait for you!?
You are no different
You are just like the rest of them
childish and confused
curious and crude.
Astonished?
Oh hell, I am only getting started!

Non-Fiction Collection 2011
©Bobby Ruelas