We think
By virtue
Of our
Own thoughts
That we
Know best
We keep
Ourselves away
From things
We want
Because we
Think better
But what
If we
Didn’t really
Know if
Maybe life
Exists wholly
In surrender
We think
By virtue
Of our
Own thoughts
That we
Know best
We keep
Ourselves away
From things
We want
Because we
Think better
But what
If we
Didn’t really
Know if
Maybe life
Exists wholly
In surrender
As a
Child I
Wasn’t allowed
To play
With others
Simply because
I couldn’t
Refusing to
Share what
I’d had
And now
Even older
I am
Learning to
Remove my
Protective arms
From around
My treasures
Thus allowing
Others to
Play with
Them too
It’s a
Simple thing
Something for
You to
Keep wrapped
In some
Paper and
Tucked away
For those
Chilly and
Rainy November
Nights when
Fallen leaves
Decoupage the
Streets and
Stick to
The bottoms
Of shoes
Don’t expect
Much really
It’s just
A bit
Of me
For you
In words
Like these
Dear Bean
My last
Love affair
Certainly built
My resistance
To love
But once
I saw
You I
Knew that
No matter
My inoculation
I would
Soon once
Again show
Those gnawing
Symptoms that
Rash that
Flush those
Sweats and
Knew right
There that
You were
Simply contagious
I don’t
Need you
Near just
Need to
Know that
You are
Wherever you
Are that
It’s me
That you
Think about
Or remember
Because it’s
There in
Your heart
That I
Will always
Be closer
To you
Than near