Recycled Love
Have you ever imagined menot as your victim
or the one who hurt you
....but as someone you could really love
at your own pace
Has the thought ever occurred
when you heard your own voice thinking
or speaking back to you
to....say my name
not apart...but together.....with yours
Did you ever want me under your spell?
If you have wanted me there...would you tell me
or would I have to guess
or find out through yesterdays grapevine
going around and around
and....slowly finding it's way back to you
Could you separate my name.....from all the mess?
You have every right to feel like you do
Yes, it is within your power to have me...
under your spell
Can't you tell....
...you are my Earth...and I...am your moon
I shudder to think....
as my monarchy meets your hierarchy
declaring my intent...to rend you...pleased...teased..and released...happens too soon
......that you'd let me go...before I prove myself to you
Consider the miracles in my fingers
as I am offering you gifts
of Poetry
of Love
of Me....to you
recycled
Every touch...positively significant
Every grown groan and moan...owned by the two of us
for the two of us...privately
I don't want to be your weakness
but your strength
not your bitter...but your sweetness
the giver...and not the taker
the builder
and not the wrecker
the forgiver
and not the forsaker
I am not.....I will not....destroy your dreams
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