I met Love on a May day.
It never occurred to me inevitable would meet me on the path.
He was electric, magic with no sign of delay
I sense danger, I told Love, he giggled at me, ringing like a tin banjo
My oh my I wanted to believe that danger would be safe.
Yet twice naif I was
and forever will be in the art of Love.
Come back my starved soul craves of him,
that bluegrass moon ,
with no possibly of parole or of stay or of brim.
He had it both
all of me and none of me, my sun and my moon.
It's on certain and particular days
my bank sits deficit in those ways.
I denied this leg of the path, it's darkness never gripped.
Yet there they are these strings dangling from my heART
yet there they dangle, snipped.