The Heat and Salt and Frenzied Rush of Red (Moving From The Center Out To Us) -4/05/05

These people love like lilies of the field,
Arrayed in gold and white beyond a King
And never knowing partner’s face or name.
Their love is one of pollen sent away,
A hundred-thousand matches in a day,
But still they seem to lack this vital thing:
In their aesthetic love for all the same
There is no give and take, no lead and yield.

The love that’s ours, however, is a choice
To move beyond our flower-hearts of ice,
Become a thing in salt and heat made new.
To listen to the red and pounding voice
For Love will call us each to sacrifice
And calls me to be vuln’rable to you.