I love and yet I flee
I cannot take your love unto me
I am young, I know not how
I understand why
But not right now
I cannot interpret
The language of love
A foreign tongue
From a foreigners' god
Perhaps I lie in wait
Or fail only in my impatience
I hunger for an example to follow
Taking a premonition for granted
"When will I be loved?"
Oh, how I already am!
Yet I want more--
The love riding over the fields and sands
Holding the sun in his hands
And shattering the isinglass
This selfish desire
To render myself selfless--
To turn to foam
On the sea of glass
I am not content!
Let me never be content!
Not even then.
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Poems Don't Have to Rhyme
PoesíaPoetry collection. Some of it is pretty good, most of it is pretty bad.
