In The Fall
I live
in the fall
of your vow
I have surrendered
against my will
your skill
overpowers
my need to have
(real) love (I can touch and feel)
but then, you ask
what is love
if not an eso(tear)ic concept
as one is overjoyed, overwhelmed
in lust—then not
is it so hard to accept
a love unconditional
one you know will always
hold your heart sacred
your soul precious
I wish I were an angel
a spirit, a dance, a whisper
I would disappear like the Wolf
lick my wounds, heal my body, nurture my soul
I wish I didn’t want
what you choose not to give me
but I do
Lynda Filler 