come come come,
come, come he said:
let me in.
I will kick down the door and then stand there
until you want me.

cut and paste, she,
stubborn and silent yes/no
and the green, green grass.
I am a wild thing and I
will not be broken.

warm and dark longing
the heart of a lover beats, a song.
He called and cried and beat his chest—
I, me, I, me, I, time waits
for no woman.

come, come come,
come come! she said,
can’t you see I am not?
The sun, and you, turn me soft
like melted candle wax.

how stubborn admiration,
he gave up on giving up.
this is my cathedral, your light
through its windows
turns trifles to embers.

and how she laughed upon letting go,
wild and reckless abandon.
you are my turpentine,
my cominghome,
lay it down.

come! come, come…
comecome he breathed
and she came.
Love, giving and taking—
too much is not enough.

02/21/2010

Author's Note: MN

Posted on 02/21/2010
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