I knew you would drive me to poetry!
And here I am,
Predawn
Pen in hand
Releasing the relentless thoughts
Of you.
A journal of our days together
Short
But so intense
As we seek to see beyond
The feared pretense
To gauge the motives
That may lie
Behind the baring
Of our souls
That now assails
Those thickened walls
So long ago erected
To protect us
From that
Ancient pain
They, but in truth,
Enshrine.
And so we retreat
From the lover’s gate,
Which we think
We must defend,
To plans
And structure
Of rhymeless reason
That oblige us
To deny
The purity
Of passion
That is
The music
To which our essential beings
Dance!