Love?

                                                                             5/26/92
                                                                               L.A.

                   Love?


    Why is it so hard to speak of strong emotions
    Of things presented obvious in nature?
    With nature now a foreign, imbalanced equation
    And myself totally, entirely positive
                                                                 (of nothing);
    Years of selfless training,
    Traditions that a family hold quietly overhead
    As if they were proud of their inability.

    Ask me not what I feel,I probably have no idea
    Yet I am not without clues:
    Like the most insidious of lies ( which are 99 % true)
    Is the most dangerous of truths ( which are 99% true)
    So hard to breathe a honest breath
    Without tasting the chalky metallic taint charred in our memories...

    I so wanted this to be a declaration of love
    Witty,floral,crashing with truth
    How could it when the ears that hear it
    Chafe with fear like the lips that speak it
    With both sets of senses knowing
    That one touch could push away...
    With the intimate always comes oblivion
    Are we too good for this or not good enough?

    What I think of as love holds you
    Caresses and releases you  without fear of abandonment
    Worries and prays when you enter the unknown    
    Watches and smiles as you return and grow
    Nothing gives me more joy than letting go.

    Anything more I share would billow with paradox
    For every offering ,a weight on the balance
    No more need be or will be said.