Love like, the day
I shot out of the ground and into your arms
A flower, a canon ball, an acorn falling
Fast and deep but slow and sweet
The first time you looked into my eyes
and said they were beautiful.
Can it stay spontaneous
but is it real
So many expectations
And heart-sore yearning
To see you again,
Let the pangs of desire know they’ll be sated-
but will they abate?
Or will I become like a thistle
all cuddly and soft and rooted
forgetting my days as a wishing, but wilted dandelion
When you flew into my arms?
Can I love you without forgetting
mother friend muse sister mistress
can i love you in all truth
without losing my freedom?
Can i be faithful without being tied to a course,
to your course,
to a path that is not my own?
I am a river-
I don’t think damming me is wise.
Lest I overflow my banks,
leaving all devoured,
and us in tears.
I know you know the wind too,
that he is your intimate companion.
What do you say to him of me?
When I try to turn your face away from him, and towards me
With a song?
Will the notes please him?
Will he let you follow me a while,
though my pride would be stung
yet heart overflowing,
for a change,
I followed you.
But I was not made to follow.
can I love you in freedom?
can i love you without shame?
can I love you without restrictions, without bounds?
not knowing when our paths will cross again?
it turns me to winter
when I don’t see your face.
O love, I thought this was just a passing fancy
But like everything that passes,
like everything that lives and dies,
moves and changes,