Thursday, April 23, 2015

Tantrum

No, she cried. No, you don't understand. If we don't last, I know I will survive. I will love others. I will be happy. You are not the first, and there is always one more. The sea is vast and deep. The garden has no walls. But I swear you are different. I swear you fill all the gaps that others left gaping open. I want you in my heart, not anyone else. If you leave, someday I will find myself saying this again. To someone else. But I don't want to. Let it not be so. Give me desolation! Give me dissolution in the face of this quiet continuing! I don't want peace! I don't want moving on! Not this time!

Thursday, April 16, 2015

149

I.
Love knows a trap when it sees one.
The two breathless beings poised uncertainly over the trail of crumbs
Is a clumsy clue.
Look up, you fools!
It watches you!



IV.
Love tiptoes on silken hooves.
Trailing those who wish to track it.
They recite the things that love should be,
But their whispers only mask its
Reality.



IX.
Stop with looking.  Abandon the hunt.
Dance, and Love will slip into the steps.
Lovers, dance.