Known are we
Into such precarious pretense
You, quivering a foretaste
Of our predestined kiss.
You, deceptively straight-forward
An arrow aimed
at underwater prey.
A tower of burnished passion
Leashed by sentimental love
Chained to worldly possessions
Set free on fate’s truest hand
Caged but not imprisoned –
A selfish man with a long-term plan
his (in) security.
Enjoy your women as flowers in a vase
My love cannot blossom there among
Such leggy stems
Competing for standing water.
You must become the river ever-changing
Your white water the turbulence of expression
Your whirlpools enticing me to exploration.
I walk your sand shore
Dowsed by your sullen waves
I feel the pull of your current
Swift and sudden.
Will I never feel your liquid touch surround me?
Am I never to be carried in the arms of such a powerful force as you?
You challenge me not to sink to your level.
I should forgive myself strength
And you, succumb
To the merry, whimsical pull
Of your nature
Your passion
We could drown our
selves in that consolable river.