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