My love metastasized out of control
Insatiable, and blind
Surgical intervention was inevitable
But that hatpin jab was no crisp incision
My heart was only frozen in recovery
Cancer isn’t an opposing army
But just love unrestrained
Selfishly
Cell fish spawn
So the cure for love and cancer
Is simple
Unconditional love
Love that gives itself freely
Cling free love
Love that doesn’t need reassurance or reciprocity
But simply says, be free
My love, be free
Quantum love
Wavewashing
Erasing the illusion of distance
Standing outside of linear time
It just is, simply
In the now of a forever more
Where I extend my hand to you
Offering a gentle brush of fingertips
Without closing my fingers around yours
Open to possibilities unplaced
Post-colonial love
Anarchistic love
Unbound by convention
But held up by respect
Is what I mean when I ask you
To let me love you
Freely
David Trudel © 2012
Post-colonial love. David, you are so damned good at these.
Thanks, I had a strong prompt for this one.