i sometimes wish I didn’t love you yet
so much that I do I do for you but
nothing ever works for us both, and words mistook cut
us up and out of our connection, when we let
i always love the way you never get
stuck on stuff – some folk would fall into a rut
when hard and heavy tribulations put
their lives on hold – thoughts mired like fish in a net.
but you, you seem to blithely slip
through that broad open ocean of freedom
from all the drifting flotsam pains you ever met
setting sail on a climactic far-out trip
through wine-dark heavens, where you and all our friends can come –
loving, yet somehow wishing we didn’t love you yet.