i cannot remember
how to forget,
my delicate.

your love is no more than a prison,
when you kiss only to be forgiven.

her open legs
like parting clouds
offer the sun
so the earth may breathe
with all its limbs
rising to meet her.

if i had the patients to love you.
oh if i had the hight to meet you,
i would rise to greet you,
i would not hide to seek you,
i would not look so deeply,
if i had the eyes that see you.
but the eyes i wear they do not see,
my eyes they only look,
they look for a reflection,
bent low over the brook.
they see waves and shattered light,
though they do not have the sight,
to see you staring back,
through my own searching eyes.
your love was always mine,
if i had the eyes to see,
the you inside of me,
then love would never hide,
and so patient i would be.