You mustn't wish me

                                  to deny my love when love asks naught of you, you mustn't

it willnot cannot wonnot matter anyway either way

                                       but you mustn't anyway

                                                 because on a realm high between there is a space

                                                                                                              where this matters

                                                                                                                   far from here

 

love is love is love

                                                   no one is made to deny it nor should one, it is the closest oneness of all

 

i have loved deeply some truly wonderful men throughout my long sweet life but that lightning hit out there in the desert, that feverdream,

                           that was new and unknown, stunningly shockingly newly ancient

it has sustained even without earthly substance it lingers sweetly, less but still

                                                         there is nothing else for me to do but pull up a chair by the fire and allow it all in

all you try to shut the door upon returns with a vengeance, my doors all broke when I slammed them so hard so loud, such a racket,

                                                  a chair by the fire it is...

                                                                                          here is my peace, herein lies mine; i allow it

 

ask nothing of nobody

                                                                  except allow me allowing

 

so very far apart the opposite of an ocean but entire universes apart, space for allowing