I put my love out in the sun
In the high light of midday
It's getting scorched,
Widely seen,
The ends crack.
Here is the plan:
When it is too brittle to keep its form
It'll resemble our interactions.
When it's too brittle to keep its form
I will grind it into dust
We don't agree at all
About what we're looking at
The soft before
Was an affront...to you.
I will take the dust
To the trees you planted in me.
I will till the soil there,
High hopes of what it can be.
Love in every moment
fight to bloody nose and mouth
for faith
hold the shape
watch myself commune
savor the pilgrimage
remove expectation
insert
love yourself darling
Brown, the colour of dirt
Flowers grow out of soil.
Red, the colour of blood
Life and death in an image.
Light blue, the colour of the sky today
Hope and terror align.
Green, the colour of long blades of grass
Blades: they sound violent.
Yellow, the colour of dying leaves
Something got a meal.
Grey, the colour of my rock perch
I saw a bird with a broken leg.
Mossy, the colour of the water here
Mix the living and the dead.
Listen; I really love you
And your abstinence
Frustrates me.
Can you explore your distinctions
Between civility and fear?
While I move the hands,
You hold them.
I stride the feet,
But you tell us where to go.
You're right, we've danced together
For so many years.
I love the feel of your soul.
When we pray in nature, I have never felt so bold.
On that note,
I am here to tell you
That I am not to be tamed.
Don't
Attempt to domesticate me.
