may i love you like the bee
exploits the flower?
if i love you like a maestro
loses his mind to a melody
will you compose me
tuning and turning my passion to a symphony
and the din in my heart to an orchestra?
what if i love you like a revolutionary
loves the land
how much of my slogans and uncomfortable truths
will you tolerate
if my love were a religion
would you be a praise-worthy worshipper
as devoted to my shrine as i am to your temple
will you mythologize my contradictions
harmonize my half-truths and subdue my blatant lies?
let my love be your oxygen when you breathe i enter
and when you leave i return to dust.