in theory
but there are times
when my hot head and green heart
fail to nourish you
and my ego reacts, instead of
responding
to your highest self
and my will
fizzles
til the tide drags me in
and I grow wings enough
more real than I had
and more trustworthy
than I have been
and go again to your door
knocking on my knees
and ask you
to take the trouble
to love
me
and on these days
I am offering you
the whole of me
top to bottom
the ragged and the radiant
not just theory
but adulant practice
of what love is
when the heart opens
with the courage it has always had.
I Love You
Your Beloved
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