I Can’t Simply Love You; I Want To Lose Myself In You
I could never do anything as petty as merely love you.
I could never do anything as petty as merely love you.
You are the last love of my life,
the great and true soulmate
I have struggled many lifetimes to find.
Donald Trump’s hopes for winning the office of president and thus becoming one of the most powerful people in the world may be broken and dashed and that is an absolutely wonderful thing, but that doesn’t mean that the work ahead of us is finished. It is just getting started.
We have danced along each other’s borders since before we were born, your eyes calling to me, between dimensions, with gentle whispers of greenish-blue.
And we must be
love,
for everyone,
even those whom we despise.
I kissed you as you pressed
your perfect body close to mine
and I could have walked away;
I almost walked away,
These Trump supporters want us to know that they smile at African-Americans and hold the door for them when they are entering buildings. They think it’s important that we understand they have a Hispanic coworker or a favorite gay waiter they treat as a friend and, therefore, have their tender feelings hurt when they are called mean names like “racist” or “homophobe.”
Let me touch you in the places where forgiveness lives, on the temple, on the shoulder, on the chest.
as long as you are in my arms
your lungs filling up with air
in unison with mine
then I can say
I have truly lived
You are my love
and I would not have you
any other way