Love, you are a tease
at best
A figment of my imagination
at worst
I no better understand you
today
Than I did half my life ago
and seemingly,
I have edged no closer to you….
still, Love,
You know I keep hunting
like a silly girlscout
in hopes of
A shiny badge
my eyes every bit
as naive
as they ever were
Love, I’ve tried to quit
tried to stop feeling a need
To give so much affection
and so much thought
to another human being
But you have seen my kind
before
and you know
the flesh is weak
the heart is weak
the mind is weak
You are a lake of strength
on which all lover’s drink
and for me -
just a beautiful mirage-
I wish I could reach your edge
look into you
without jumping whole
and realizing quickly
i’m not swimming,
but rather on the muddy ground
Love, have you no tiny bath for me?
or have you realized I’ll keep writing
no matter what curve you throw
I’ll keep dreaming
no matter what nightmare creeps
I’ll keep hoping
no matter how much I hurt
I’ll keep asking:
Love, are you holding out the best for me?
