You have
already become somebody.
Before I invited you to love me,
you were so big I could never
fully know who you were.
I want to love, much more than not.
Which drives me toward you
long before I know where you are.
I am encaged by impersonal momentum.
The reptile hormones require
I fall in love.
And you show up,
a clear target of all the forms of evolution.
My heart defends its innocence,
its genuineness, adoration, and respect.
And the juggernaut of the mating dance
carries us to its always waiting conclusions.
Out of this five million year old creature....
How am I to choose anything,
when I have been chosen in such detail?
But, if I cannot choose to love you,
and I love you anyway,
then I will revel in my natural way,
and be pleased thru every cell I am
that five million years
has chosen you to love thru me.
8/26/01 - Tom C.
