Dare I allow myself to reawaken my dreams?
Dare I allow myself to breathe life into what
I thought had been safely killed?
If my dreams return, let them not return in a
Violent shock, but the gentle flutter of
Re-animated wings – of birds limbering up,
And preparing for spring.
I was quite prepared to confine myself to the
Safest of Stations; to be a mute pillow; a cardiac
But love cannot be held back by a leaky dam –
The work of a self-sabotaging engineer,
Desperate for a flood to spoil his plans
Those waters licked me at first; then swelled into
A deluge, a chthonic mouth, that threatened to
Devour my equanimity – the mask of dispassion
I try to cultivate, to make myself more appealing.
It was all meant to be so simple.
I was just sitting down to meditate.
But then Aphrodite tore off her gloves –
She ripped that sweet little child out of
My chest, and pulled it up to heaven,
Cradling me in her gargantuan arms,
“There, there, there – Mother’s got you:
Only love can hurt you now.”
And I am just a child.
How can I help loving you?
How can I help loving you the way
I do, when every minute flows you into
Your thoughts, and there is not a thing
That could ever exceed you?
Like a natural disaster, this love cannot
Be stopped – like the passion of infinity,
It cannot be brooked.
I feel scared.
And I feel lost.
And I have no clever ruse;
No Trojan horse.
So, I ride into the woods,
To slay all our fears,
So we’ll no longer be afraid