Imaginary lover…

Dove on windmill

Dove on windmill

why do you love him so much?
always why isn’t it, inside your head?
because you cannot even begin to imagine
that anyone, any soul could ever love you that much
so you throw your spears, your arrows, your scorn
hope to God, you are correct about what must torture you
that script you wrote in your head so long ago
shattered like a mirror ball, hit by a lightening bolt
yet you somehow expect your shadow to disappear
when those arms hold you every night without fail
soul that has made love to you thousands of times
the invisible, the intangible, the impossible
adoration and unbridled desperation to the end…
(Copyright 06-29-14)

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