Love Letter 336 Wild But True

I don't need to write to you

anymore

my love has expended galaxies

in one dare

and a glass ballet slipper stands outside the castle

while I slip on

one last word

my love,

each of us

dare to dare

once in a while

we pick up sticks

and slay the dragon.

we win the war of wine and tea

we have laid out the flowers for the king and queen to enter

we have made our prayers out of nirvanic straw

but my hands go up

at the thought of these last letters

all of them, too long, too short

and these calisthenics have been practiced into a dull hell from which the center has been lost

dear one

have you hit your head on my word?

as I danced to midnight shuffles of my mimicry of love

have I lain down enough in that hearty snow

to know

that love isn't made of cartwheels

and the temple walls are not glass without stone?

have you rested on the answer

or the anchor of this living

or have I tried to rake those stones like a wild pack of neon wills?

have I chosen

the right path to love you

or will I always wear one shoe?

I love you

Your Beloved