Don't Ask

Alone
On a couch for six
Watching blades circle
Above my head
And widow makers crawl
Across my wall
While
Another woman
Is no doubt
Inventing reasons
To leave

Should be fingering
A bullet
Selected for such
An occasion
Instead
Somehow struck
By a feeling of serenity
Filtering through
Six or seven senses
Magic in the act
Of breathing
Joy in a mindscape
I wouldn't wish
On anyone

And I can't stop
Grinning