We all hunger for a magic
for inexplicability for a god
for control or the absence of it
We fall in love only to experience death at the end of the candle and the savior thats another's flesh under our palms
I can't lie in a field on my own without unbidden hallucinations of him
I think I hear his voice in the wind
I think feel his touch in the flowers leaning towards my weight in the grass
surrounded by them I'm the center of their gravity
They tell me the love of women can save and destroy so let me hold the woman in the grass and kiss her palm
I'll love her more than any man or woman ever will so I can finally embrace life in this body or let her consume me whole
