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Let Your Love Loose on Me
A Poem
Like a guerrilla I wait, dear Asha, ready to wage a war of love on your body.
As we are far past the equinox, headed into fall, I see the world on fire, but I’m no strikebreaker.
I prefer this dome of realism I have created, where my engine is responsible for all the noise.
Let me frame it like this: I love you and want you and need you. Isn’t that enough?
My heart is bigger than a peanut, that’s for sure, and I try to stay on the beam, but the railroad always takes me away to a place where I can’t interface with you, except as some electronic observer.
You have the advantage over me, over all men who seek you out (and there are a thousand of those).
I could soar on this warm air alone, tell myself that you don’t discriminate and are always there to welcome me, but there’s a certain amount of risk involved.
I could use a consultation, get another opinion, but they’d tell me I’m just as crazy as the next, and I would still have to trade copper for the service.
You love a navy man, I know, and so I lose out on that deal, find myself tied to the proverbial tree.
Oh, my angel, I need some kind of innovation, the permanent kind where you stay in my bed forever and…
