And then
I recognized that
by means
of inconsistent
confidence
the truth of
feelings has
often escaped
my belief even
when able clearly
to see through,
into the heart
of the very one
who seemed
opaque.
The lying
under
magma
of emotional
resonance
and disturbance
is the nearly objective
fact that you know
deep within
yourself that I love you;
you equally well know
that I will not
judge you for being
precisely who
you are when
you are with me;
and believe that I feel
you are charming;
you are brilliant;
you are pornographic;
you are pretty;
you are obedient;
you contain
the concept
“beautiful”;
you are wild
you are free.
For this belief,
that you
hold, and the truth
that brought it
into being,
and by the
simple truth
that you love me,
you were
given space
though only
a brief one
to completely
surrender
to the pleasure
that you felt
but were
previously
just
shy of.
Must I lament
that I couldn’t
believe more
quickly
in the open
nature
of your mind
which I have seen
and known to be
luminous and
expansive?
No.
Why grasp
at empty possibilities
of things that have
passed?
I’ll rejoice
in the feeling
of having
penetrated
deeply
into
your
heart.
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