By Ginger Eades
danger comes dressed
as my indecisive will-
it chases my vulnerability
as i run toward love
i lose myself
on a dark trail of consternation
and hide behind the rapture of
shared ecstasy
i search for the right path
yet i am caught between
passion and timidity-
paralyzed with fear,
like a deer,
blinded by headlights
before its death
