Love songs to Strangers
(The Commitment Phobe?)
Just tell me what is it
The bridge into you? Strange
Fascinations of the unapproachable
Move mellifluously to eager
Encounter. What history,
What mystique, movement., moment
To why I am doing this
Under the lack lustre light?
You are your own woman, delicate
As interlaced icicles
Turning to the sun. Your fiddle
Tunes they ran-dan a merry dance
The stars silly,
The nude notion of nothing ventured
Nothing gained.
You turn the page
Of an ancient book, some spells to cast
Author authenticity
Against commitment phobia. This is.
We rescue each other from fear
Of our bodies, of impossibility
To say that if love means forever
It is but formed in the now.
This moment should be sweeter
Not dolly mixtures
Or prescribed fixtures
Of contact.
Love here means retention
Of memory. God Ive a lot to learn
If love means forever and that against the stain
Of not falling. Nothing required
But the moment
Nothing expected.
If love returns a blossom then Ive
A whole new life time in which to learn
.
The attraction of the body
Is that no one owns it
Though we may long for it.
