Because you are so many different things
I can share some of you
with another few…
I can learn to return
to the law of the playground,
and break my cookie in three,
But you must know that some things
can’t be shared
or broken into parts.
A kaleidoscope looks enchanting
but it’s really broken glass
some details casually shared,
and ink gets blurred;
it all gets smeared
Oh this is not a looking glass
it’s real and we could be the smashed.
Yes I am the possessive,
but my obsession
a ballet dancer on point spinning like
a lighthouse in your night
All I want to do is fall in deep.
I am that bit inside that calls to you
from down a tunnel in your dreams.
I see what’s fallen to the bottom,
and bring it up for us to play and see.
I coax and order, I stomp and croon
Looking down upon your crown
Is where I feel I’m me.
A script that’s being written
and the ink
is never dry,
a courageous choice,
a foolish step,
I am all of that.
So I will share some parts of you
with the worthy and the true,
I will be a generous giver,
humble teacher, flowing river,
but I will be a storm for disrespect
the coldest wind that blows along your shore.
Your protector and possessor,
is love not a crazy state?
It’s full of prancing folly picking up its’ feet
and makes us slaves and owners
and who knows who is in charge?
It’s hard to rip out a brand new rib,
that will be served on someone else’s plate.
Yet love, will makes us offer- up and donate.
I am the possessive, like a song that takes you over
I’m a subtle jail of memories, the door wide open.
April 6th 2013
Footnote. This beautiful painting is by my RL friend Jan Betts, entitled “Dissolving and Becoming”
You can check out her website in my Blogroll.