I say I am ready for Love.
I say it rather convincingly
but am I really
What exactly am I ready for
when True Love comes a knocking on this here door?
More questions than answers have I:
To him, who will I be?
What of his expectations of me?
Will I measure up? Will I fill his cup?
Will he stay
when my mask melts away
and my Light temporarily fades?
What of me –
Can I handle with calm dignity
the unfamiliar masculine energy?
Can I remain present, outside my protective shell
when communication is perceived as hell?
Can I allow a man to be a Man
and not automatically default to the feminist stance?
Can I trust him fully and completely
when I was taught so differently?
That all said,
in my heart and in my head:
Am I ready for Love?
To it, am I prepared to run –
to run toward that inevitable fire
that is intense, illogical hunger and crazy desire?
Ready to let it burn
without so much as a concern,
confident in whatever of me, of we
Been there once, years before.
so much more.