Tangled People (Mimi Mata Meyer) Poem by Mimi Mata

I cannot seem to gather you
Within these lines,
Your words are a pin-point
Weaving a universe that makes of my soul;
Solitary I am yours...

Yet, today somehow saddened,
I have lost my livliness,
And nothing shivers;
My waters gather fallen leaves and drown them...

I want to bring this water to your lips
And ask you what it tastes of.
Perhaps, at times I wish for you to shudder
You...My brightness; my dark,
Yet, because I love you,
You, are my indigo sky and I will throw your stories
As stars into the far, far, far distance...

So let it be,
That you are not a bit pretentious,
For your eyes gaze at me by the multitude
One by one I want to take the gleam from your eyes...
And kiss them,
Before they fade out.

My love, I cannot seem to gather you,
The same way I cannot gather myself;
I have gone through luckless measure
To clear the disputes
Between my tangled people...

And somehow, somewhere,
One of me is in anguish
So amongst my abundance of kisses,
I want to ignite with fire,
Put it out with water,
Cut with sword...
Then hide behind shield.

Is this the tyranny of a woman?
Or is it so human that it is crazeless?

I cannot gather you,
The same way I cannot gather myself,
Solitary I am yours,
And because I love you...
You can have all of my tangled people.