Reiteration of a poem..

[jeanvieve]

Are you swimming strong, my love,
Within this flood of prose and rhyme
Come flooding from around the globe
Inspired by so little time?
Or will you start to float away
Distrustful of the tide and source
And lock your oars of gentle play
To keep your heart on safer course?
Your warming smile and gentle voice
Have softened glacial good intentions
That were frozen years, and now too quick
My heart bursts forth with no conventions.
The thundering rains make swollen streams
Overflow, with little provocation,
Their hidden banks where safety gleams
And lead to passionate oration.
Tis not to late to stem the tide –
A word from you can dam the stream
And cause the budding flow to slack
And disappear like Summer’s dream..


You are not using me, my dearest. You are giving me an incomparable gift. The gift of yourself, of your trust. You're jumping off a precipice with more bravery than it ever took to abandon a perfectly good airplane. Perhaps the relief you feel of leaving the darkness behind engenders a kind of uneasiness that it might be too simple, too easy. Therefore not to be trusted.

I trust myself. I trust you. I want this. Please don't let fears eat at you. If anything's going to nibble away at your tummy, it will be me.