30 March 2019

Poem - For Others...One Day, Me (circa early 2000s)

No tempered steel
Pulled out of the heat
Can match this intensity
So sweet
Of poignant lust
And hours of longing.
What more do you need…
I’m not one for flaunting.
I’ve accomplished a sense
Of belonging
And have a confidence
In the strength of my knowing.
And love is not a word
Fully known by anyone:
Not poet, scientist
Activist or clergy.
You complain of abstract meaning?
What do you make of this:

I need you
I want you
Don’t try to own or overcome
Simply gently join with me
For all eternity.

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