I try to keep love under the lean-to;
give it just enough light so that it does not wither, but
not quite enough to fully bloom because
you
are not
an entirely safe person to love.
I know, though, despite the shading and the
scrambling attempts to relocate the covering with the sun’s progression
I will,
inevitably,
fail.
And love,
like the biological impulse of any living creature,
will reach towards the light,
grow through cracks in sidewalks and
seams where pavement meets curb.
It will flourish and disregard my
very best attempts to
keep it contained.
How can it not when you are
who you are?
When everything withinme
reaches toward your light?
Still,
because the light that illuminates me
possibly,
likely
and perhaps even probably
will also be the source of my scorching…
Still,
in spite of the despites,
it seems my duty is to scramble in the covering
following the sun’s progression
and attempt, for the time being
to keep love under the lean-to.
© Sabrina Santa Clara, 2013