
I do not seek all-consuming love
For I do not wish to be consumed
To be consumed is predation
And I am not a meal
This definition of love
A patriarchal distortion
Of which I choose to liberate
For these distortions do not hold me
But weigh, like chains
Slipped on in the night
I seek first the comfort of me
To consummate with my wild woman
One day, a synergy will be felt
Born on the wings of autonomy
And mutual commitment
Created in service of higher ideals
To completing ourself
Sharing in parallel journey
Vision carriers of inward longings
love poems
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