I love how you love me, but fear
I cannot return such depth.
I’m reaching for your comfort,
yearning for that which I still hunger.
Carry us forth with desire.
I feel (I actually feel!) like…
a loose cannon:
Ready to explode and weighted with
The gravity of commitment.
Carry us safely through the fire.
This free-floating is new.
Fragmenting in passion
Do I remain secure and whole?
Carry me gently to love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem