Tuesday, November 09, 2010

When we depart on our separate journeys

Perhaps we can track our progress
together. Emerge through this forest, dear one,
mostly unscathed. I did not know what
love was when I "loved" you. I learn now.

Love releases jealousy. Love does not bear intolerance.

I see through your dark eyes, black iris, white
on the side. Beyond your exterior, and down past
the hallway of your ego, I have glimpsed your
The utter fragility that pulses and drove you back.
You could not look me in the eyes when we made love. I could not bear your barriers.
We could not form words or even shout our pain.
Yet we are better for it.
Complexity is our hallmark. And we recognized a
shared need to grow.

1 comment:

Tamara said...

Lovely. Author, please.