to be a person is to be a mask
and to Love is what you actually are.
i know that now.
i recognize your methods as my own
and smoke the skills of expression
as a stone may do.
i surrender to the practice
of love without artifice.
i come down from what pleasure may be mine
to lie to myself. i covet no sun
but savor the rays
of my disobedience, and intensely enjoy
the howling of my penumbra
like all puppies
love a gently.

How i fall in love now, takes no skill.
you merely must be willing.
it’s like coming from nowhere
with a Postcard

from everywhere.