i love an imaginary being
and i love him deeply
it’s a sea of love that i carry
for him
but buckets are handed out
to those who haven’t even
put out
enough soul
to deserve
reservoirs
to those i’d hoped to be him
my fear
is the obvious
the haply inevitable
what if
he’s there
open
naked
soulful
art
ready to receive
ready to embrace
...an empty sea of love
huh ?
what then ?
you know where i’d have been
if i showed myself even just
a tenth
of a tenth
of a tenth
of the love i show
those who haven’t been
as good to me
as my body has
or my soul has to me
those who haven’t consoled me
when no one was around
like my arms would
those who wouldn’t sing me
to peace
like my loving strings would
those who
wouldn’t dance with me
to the wallowing of wilough
and transform with me into
the shadow goddess
before
the night time light time stripes
haply
just haply
the sea is for me
rather
haply ..
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