Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The Spilling of Stars

After awhile
we learn to take love
into our own hands, don’t we?
Sooner or later we cease
foisting the responsibility for our fulfillment
onto another.
Having been fooled time and again
by the fickleness of lust,
the passing of passion, the fears of each others failures,
we return to the reliable and uncomplicated
solitary satisfaction; the knowing that we are forever really alone.
And that there are secrets that only our aloneness can hold.
Love is always,
and forever filled with complexity,
constantly changing gowns and masks
and demanding a transformation from us.
Love alternates between whisper and scream,
Come up higher .
And we release each other from the
impossible bondage of expectation.
What is as familiar or as safe as our own hand?
What else can contain the spilling of stars
from our personal galaxy...without risk?
Nothing quite like the haven of our own soft palm.


Blogger Beatrice V said...

I love this, as usual so insightful.

June 10, 2009 at 2:54 PM  

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