Wild Love.

Love is a tidal
Vortex which capsizes
The strongest vessels,
By day it entices
With the serenity
Of imagined
Security,
And by midnight
You are torn
In twain.
Love engulfs
With unpredictable
Rhythm
This undertow which
Pulls the very
Air from lungs
Under the weight
Of heavy moon.
A sharp mind
Will reason and
Will with all
Order and accounting
Draw plans and
Craft sturdy walls
Which should
Withstand any
Mortal siege;
And yet love’s
Gentle caress will
Pluck each stone
From her space
With gentle
Warm breath.
You will dive
Readily into any
Fray for love
And find yourself
Bested by
Your own traitorous rage
As you dance the
Dance of the sword
Both with and for love.
Love will call
For violent
Truce.
Love confuses the
Senses until shades
Appear as friends
And friends appear
As foes
And foes appear
As lovers.
Love finds you
Entangled in bedsheet
Snares and bound
In hair
And longing stares
And kneebent
In headbowed prayer.
You may bold
Declarations make
Of laws and rules
And treaties in
All fairness and
Logical standing
Only to defy
Those self-made
Conspiracies at the
First smile
From lovers’ lips.
You will wish
To contain the
Wild ferocity
Of love and to
See it bound
Or bottled
Or stored
Only to find the
Great winds of
Love decimate all
In her path
With the delicate
Grace of a single
Feather drawn over
Alabaster flesh.
You will
Bar the entrance
To your own
Tender heart and
Block the way
And love will soothe
Open those iron
Doors and lift
Heavy gate
And make her
Home and
Claim her rightful
Throne within.
You will think
Yourself unready,
Incapable, or
Unwanting of love
And yet you will
Find yourself
Drowning in the
Depths of love
As you futilely
Try to tread her.
You will decipher
Patterns and irregular
Cadence will take
On some semblance of
Steadily measured
Beat, and yet
Just as you feel
You have mastered
Her and will predict
Her next step,
She will alter
Course and direction
And you will
Find yourself
Open handed and
Open armed and
Expectant.
You’ll tell yourself
You will not
Chase her,
Let her return
To you, and
With each moment
Expanding with anticipant
Impatience,
You’ll break
And in haste
Pursue.
Say nothing
Do nothing
Predict nothing
Grasp at nothing
And this wild
Love will settle
And sit at
Your feet.

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