Strong enough to woo you,
Trying stupidly to be strong
When I know it’s wrong—
Don't need to impress you.
Just belong.
I’m flawed and conflicted
But you’re my weakness—
I want what's perfect.
My hands are covered
With the veneer of paint
From your fallen idols;
I made you mine
But lived in denial.
To be with me,
You have to learn my code—
The where and when of all my words.
It’s not difficult
But time consuming;
Not Princeton or Yale
But a different kind of schooling.
You have to be patient with things
Imperceptible to you,
Flowers turn and move—
You deny it, but they do.
Just leave out the passion
But leave in the rapture
Of mermaids singing
Cloaked in clouds of spume,
Come away, my love,
Don't hide and cocoon;
Incant the ancient mystery...
Dancing with the moon.