it doesn't matter how, or where, or why
you find yourself promixate to this
soft, forgiving lap, this strong
boulder of a back on which you can lean
in your wooziest hours. it doesn't matter
that there are those who would throw stones,
call their congressman, hiss at you between razor teeth.
if it is inconvenient, or elusive, or caught
between the railroad tracks of shame and desire,
if it is a precipice from which you dangle
and debate your future or your past or your
willful present - so it must be. it doesn't matter
if someone with a placard is screaming in your face,
or if it is you, carrying that expanse of cardboard
on your own frail shoulders. if there is light,
you cannot resist the window through which it
lays its beams on you. if there is air,
do not be a fool and ignore your very lungs.
it doesn't matter how, or where or why.
you must love any which way you can.
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"you must love any which way you can"
i can think of no words better than these... the essence of the universe captured in a phrase.
the wisdom of your heart astounds me.
thank you
Perfect, Maya.
In my own case, I wish that who I love and how I love him didn't matter so much to those who don't know my life and don't know how hard it was to find this man that I love and to get to this place with him. But no matter - I will love him any way I can. Anywhere.
In the words of Chris Rice, "If the world's ever gonna change, we gotta love like crazy".
-g
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