YOU NOT YOU

I don't want you
because I don't like you,
which is to say
I want you too much
or not enough, liking
you a lot or not
that much.
Does that make sense?
Because I want to
understand how
the wanting and not wanting
of you work, or maybe
it's better to say
to know how you are
you, or not you,
something closer,
something beyond,
something now
in the meeting of eyes,
in the merging of flesh,
in the losing of eachness
that rounds a ripple of gratitude
and bell-rings a wave of joy.
You hold up a flower
and everything smiles.



© 2007 by Richard W. Todd

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