Filling in a missing part of me with a kindred spirit
Why did I ever fear in my heart that she wasn’t mine to find?
No one is “for” anyone—not to own—especially after years,
but this smash and grab tactic is rough enough.
Circling on updrafts I find few friends, and lose them
when I steal their desire, to start a fire and sink the boat,
the life-raft meant for many holding you and I, the one I want to know.
I’ve never felt this before—so close and yet I never see,
is this passion or insanity? I’ve read the tales that Petrarch wrote,
how idols can corrupt your mind, and love can take you by the throat,
but if that’s true then tell me how I can feel your hands unbutton me;
now take these chains off of my neck and let me breathe in your beauty