where does my love come from? i
have lost love and found it many
times. why should i care about love?
if i do not know what love is why do
you want me as your companion? to
be naked with you. to touch you in
places you hide from others. to tell
you my imagination. should i swallow
you? you are lavender in constant
bloom. your scent calms my timid
concerns. you are the poultice for my
trauma. this is my infatuation, not my
attachment. i am not indifferent to
sorrow, mine or yours. the sin of a
broken heart is sent from the land of
enchantment. we heal with misery
and wretchedness. i cannot freeze my
zen in time or space. if you have not
tasted honey the flavor is an illusion.
it has no ambience or wealth. this
love of mine is filled with gluttony
and aversion to itself. you ask for it in
your sleep. are you filled with
hydrophobic dreams? could you be
the fountainhead of my love? the
angelic, and the beast in my veins.
no, you are not my love, not the
genesis of my love, not its sanctuary.
otherwise you would not be free.