O foolish man
Who cannot accept
The hands of a woman
Looking to heal you
O holy man
Set apart from the rest
Singled out by the surprise
Of unexpected Love.
Were I you, I would find the strength
To mount the dream
Galloping so insistently through
Your benumbed psyche.
I would hold to the pommel of
My hand offered in friendship
Even beyond their physical application
Bound only by eternal spirit…
O man in my missing dreams
Glimpsed from the corners of
What could have been
Or might have been –
Kept asunder by circumstance
By opportunities unpresented
By promises of another lifetime
Extending into these our now-lives.
I would uncross your arms
Set so firmly over your heart
I would face my face
Shining with blessing for you
Accept what is offered
Although it can never be an all from nothing.
O dearest man I touched with all my being
I brushed with my beating/beaten heart
O king of my wondering servitude
I would render with tendresse & laughing joy
Were you only to accept
To the limits we must draw
Within the abilities I have to offer,
For these would delimit you also.
O wisest man
To back away from my incendiary
Lust for life lived well
In utter expansion &
It is to your bald being
A covering so soft
It is to your naked skin
A balm upending the
Hardening of your limbs
Choose your boundary lines
Implant them well, that nothing
Can reach you
For this seems what attends you best.
I fade outside the vision in your eyes
Yet I remain, as said before
A good woman looking for a good man
Who seeks a good woman.
And Fate & Faith will not leave me upended
Fallen from the blessing of your regard.
I will not resume invisibility
As my starting place
I am far too exposed to so many surfaces
To step into any background
You may fashion.
I have seared your closing heart
You may choose to retreat
To cover that which thrives in lightness
But I will never again
Be who I was
For having known the potential of your love.