Apple of your eye
But I don't want that
Responsibility
I can't be liable for my
Mood swings and
How they may affect you
Though unintentional
I'm working on it
Yoga and green tea smoothies
Seem to help but
Like most things
There's no guarantee at
Least not with me.
I love like shooting stars
Suddenly appearing and
Disappearing in dark clear skies
Crickets and frogs sing in
Unison while the night breeze cause
Goose bumps to appear on our skin
A nipple hardening chill
A moment indescribable
That's how I love.
I can't be responsible for
Managing phone calls and
Remembering dates or
Providing details of my whereabouts
I live in the moment savoring
Each and every eventful episode of
My life forgoing transcripts and details
That's how I love.
II. - The drama
A puddle a creek a river a leak
The thing they have in common is
The power to build and destroy
To birth and besiege to heal and live
Free like the ocean and its breeze and
The lucky old sun and new borns breathing
Air for the first time living so free
Unconfined by titles and labels and stipulations
And circumstance like in that Sting song…
“If you love somebody, if you love someone, set them free...you can't control an independent heart.”
And that's how I love but I'm down if you are.
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