Who Loves

I refuse to rise and stand again
only to take another fall;
for all I am is in this flesh of mine
that simply can't await
another morn without response
from one who loves me too

I have lived and I have loved
down to the core of all I am
and all that can exist
within this being
yet still, oh love, my love
I can't go on without my other

Shall I speak yet once again
of the endless loneliness
I feel when you're not here . . . ?

Or might perhaps this be the time
the place, the space - beyond all being
of the known of only one -
so singular . . . ?

embarking on a newborn course
that finds its source in this millennium
so new, that all that once was known
must now be set aside
while adventure must abide
again within our souls
and even more than this
as flesh and soul and mind
now joined as one
move on in this reality of time

for mind congeals of late
stuck, as if some undiluted memory
of all that could have been
yet never dared to be what is most real
were becoming just too much to feel
hidden in a cancerous concealment
of what was meant to be
our destiny

And so, you see, my love,
I must refuse to rise
and stand again
only to take another fall;
for all I am is in this flesh of mine
that simply can't await
another morn without response
from one who loves

Not now, when I have finally found
a you who loves so true
that all that is responds
within this touch of flesh on flesh
and thus beyond
all that we, as humankind
have ever known before . . .

?Michaelette?

11/24/2000
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