Stormy PoeticJustice
colorful love
i have to stop playing…
convincing myself
that maybe
You love me,
as i love you.
You say You want me…
sometimes…
but not my label.
our label?
maybe.
“do you love me?” i ask,
“do you really, truly
love me?”
“i don’t know,” You say,
maybe”.
i’m desperately looking
for the MAGIC WORDS:
the RIGHT WORDS,
to make You say, “yes.”
not “maybe”.
i wonder why i do this.
why struggle?
SHE likes me…
You don’t…maybe?
OBVIOUS CHOICE!?!
why doesn’t my
heart jump
when SHE smiles?
it does when You smile.
when You smile at me.
am I scared? nervous,
sweaty palms say ‘yes’.
“kiss her”, she says
i will…one day…
maybe.
a rainbow of feelings:
passion and love among them.
why do others matter?
i love You. do You love me?
maybe.
we HAVE a label.
does that scare You?
not me.
You keep me strong…
safe.
i take your hands in mine,
and look in your eyes,
then I shift mine away.
smiling, sighing,
but embarrassed.
can i chain You?
would You let me?
it’s not about a label, it’s
a symbol of our love.
COLORFUL!!
she says
“touch her,
she might like it.
try new things,
experiment.”
You say, “i don’t know.
make up my mind?
i can’t”.
can i make it up for You?
PLEASE!?!
we share dreams,
wants, desires.
we share a gender.
is that wrong?
NO!!
“is it wrong not
to want a label,”
You say,
“do i need one?”
no.
12 February 1994