there is a whisper hush that
slips between the bars and
unbinds the nestles that creep within the cage of
calcium twisted heart-mongers i
don’t think there is a
new way to say but
what i want to say is
that this flower has flowered so
bright and i
can hardly speak so joyousfilled is
all that whelms and over
you are
that star that flashes across
the night sky makes
the other stars seem like echoes of a truth
i thought i
no, i did know but
but it was different and
this is just gentle but
so truebelief and
how could ihave
spilled so much ink on
all that passion all that
impossible dreams of
something that equated in the moment but
in the end the math just wasn’t right.
when i say
and mean
icouldloveyouforalifetimeandmore
it is for the first time not a
stretching towards a whatiwant
i see the dazzle in the past and
in that dazzle strove to find my blood’s mate but
now i’mlearning (through your flesh) that
dazzle is no substitute for substance or for
truer truth.
youthough are that
simply good and ease but not too easy but just
ease and right and simple and
when i whisper in my sleep that
i could be happy in a lifetime of friendship than
i somehow mean it and
what does that mean for me?
where can i?
do you show me a path that
love does not have to fit passionatefaking to truelovemaking but
can hold truelove as the fullest ideal?
or?
is there to be an emptiness almostwhathave that
striving and surrender to the
not quite but
i
could
love
you
for
your
life
and
mine
and
they
would
be
as
rich
as
brandywine.
this nettle flower
purple in the filter sun
is
true in its truth and
does not need a return to
fulfill that truth but
i would lie a million lies to say
that i did not
wishwishwishwishwish
that you
would
love melike the sunandmoonandstarsandyouaretheone
but i cannot chase
cannot pursue down rocky trails because
ive done that and won that and in
the end
it ends and
leaves you with that
knowledge certain that
yes, i did that and
yes i did that and
i will not do that i will
i am
so worthy of a love that burns this way
burns up not with passion i wrought but with truth that lies far
deeper than passion ever could and
i will not surrender and
i will not apologize for
what i scream forth is honesty unbridled by fear
and
honestly unabashed and
i am the true face of god
reflecting down and shining out and
i will not be hushed
though a thousand voices cry to me i
will not be hushed i
will eternal love and
though in failure i will find a lonelieness as deep as abysmal depths i
will still hold on
cling on
to
that truth that
truth that
i know so deep that
i will loveandloveandloveandlove
beyond compromise beyond
those empty promises that drip forth from mouths
tender and luscious fruit
mine are
what can never be denied or feared or rejected or
i ask nothing and will
never flee so
youre stuck with me.
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