Do not grow too fat in the head.
I do not care
about the rest of your
body
Do as you will
it is yours.
but your mind
your mind needs to be nimble
fresh and tender
washed and rested
for the right kind of play
of words and silence.
not that your mind
is mine.
Indeed,
that is what I'm trying to say:
I still remember
that you
are not mine.
Though I might
on occaision
seem to enter your mind
unbidden.
that seems to be
one of the hazards of musing.
But do not assume
that I am in love with you
for all that I enter
and leave as I please
for all that I write poetry
and drench meaning from a few
halting phrases
and long silences.
We have too much distance
We don't really know
one another at all
I'm just
playing
in a sandbox of words and feelings
creating - something.
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