What Colors the Steel Sky Blue

Fence

I need a fence to hold me close
to feelings I cherish, and
to things I chose before I knew better.

I need a fence to hold my breath
pressing my face against the metal bars
perhaps my fears will suffocate.

So cold, so bare, yet the rust is inviting.
Between my fingers the chocolate bar melts,
and my hands coil like worms
still searching for that lasting hold.

I need a fence to make mine right now
bright red and green spikes at the top
like on the streets of London
barring the ordinary from the extraordinary.

Troy James Vega