Against the other.
For myself.
Draw my boundaries
for everyone else
to see, to wonder,
to toe the line.
Against the other
they’ve silently signed.
For to stand has meant to
be pursued
by anger, and hatred,
and rude, rude, rude,
belligerence and speech,
like my person isn’t there,
but only the facts,
would you dare
to include yourself?
your fortune?
your road?
into this dialogue
or leave in tow?
For myself.
Draw my boundaries
for everyone else
to see, to wonder,
to toe the line.
Against the other
they’ve silently signed.
For to stand has meant to
be pursued
by anger, and hatred,
and rude, rude, rude,
belligerence and speech,
like my person isn’t there,
but only the facts,
would you dare
to include yourself?
your fortune?
your road?
into this dialogue
or leave in tow?
May our living be together
may our love be explicit
may the joy of our lives be in each little visit
May the way we speak about event, love, and living
honor each other,
and give joy in the giving—
of one life to another
to share each other truly
to offer ourselves in the mutuality of living
and to take as our foremost prize
the submission of me
for you, and your eyes.
may I see and embrace
the lines that encompass
as ways to be boldly
FOR you…and your rumpus.
