I am of love
In love
From love
To love
For love
Through love
I am of love
In love
…
I am from love
For love
To love
Through love
In love
Of love
I am from love
For love
…
I am through love
To love
Of love
For love
In love
From love
I am through love
To love
…
This thing that you saw;
That you heard me say;
That I did;
It’s not me.
I know it’s not me.
We had a tonight
That we remember with smiles
You promised a tomorrow
One that you would not hold
For you wanted me to love you
But not in the way that I wanted
Get up! Get up,
simply! Simply,
get up!
Ah,
the right answer to the wrong question.
The top flew off and
the champagne poured out with pleasure;
There was an ease afterwards;
I could now sip my tea inside peace
with a calmness that lived within;
The smell of green and
freshness after the rains.
Darkness!
Darkness
Ra-ta-ta!
Shoutings!
Ra-ta-ta!
Wailings
Ra-ta-ta
Darkness!
Quiet
Darkness
Not Silence
It was in the life of Mary
To give birth a virgin
Mother of Jesus
How was that not impossible
Questions to answers we may never fully know
That her hymen was not pierced
Not first by the phallus of a man
When she conceived her child
Relating orally
Petting to keep in virginity
Not the problem of a man
As it slipped through the crack
Artificially inseminated
She lost her virginity
Delivered of a baby
Sitting on the loo
getting refreshed,
when the start of them —
the words —
taking shape in my mind,
came to me.
He never seems to leave her
because she lives inside;
the pleasant and the hard
and all the shades between.
Touch me,
move me,
hamper me,
heal me;
complicit in where I am today—
where I am tomorrow
if I’ll let.
To choose because of you;
to choose despite you;
you appear as you will
something to relish or leave.
Love.
Experience.
People.
Choices.
Living.
Memories.
I need you because I want you;
the converse could be stressful.
I want you because I want to love you;
I want to love you because—just because.
Je ne sais quoi.
God does not appear to need man;
yet he lives and acts as though he does—just because.
