Swinging

I pull the chains when I swing
like I’m pulling your attention
towards me. With such vitality
that my hands are embedded
with the imprint of circular links
like the circular reasoning stamped
into our history. I swing over you
kicking, violent with the hope
that I will bump you out of your
daydreams into my dreams,
but not to injure your spirit.
We can swing together, crashing
into each other until we are inner-
twined, combining our goals,
plans, and dreams. Then we
will swing in unison like in
kindergarten when it meant
we were married.