where I can run in the grass, panting from my lungs,
awake to the sun and mountains.
I give the credit to my mom, to the letter I wrote my aunt,
the phone call that reconnected me to my friend.
With them here in my heart, with a romantic embrace
only a few days behind me, with my lips making contact
with romance as she reintroduces herself.
Shall we awake to detachment of reputations that will
demand what is too soon and what is too late?
Can we please let go of our minds whose obsessive desire
to create absolutes, which gets in the way of me holding
you down, showing you with my wild lips how much I
desire to be close to you in the way I am intimate
with God.
I will throw myself into passion, vaporizing in
essence and out of form, I dedicate myself to patience,
declaring myself to love. I will bound myself to these
precious vows whether you participate with me or leave.
And I will always stay deep in this commitment, and be
a companion to the brave and willing.
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