Love

I did not ask for Love to be gentle

I did not ask for Love to be easy

or to make sense

or ever to sound of tumblers in a lock.

I did not go seeking for wounds to be unwounded,

I did not go seeking for wrongs to be justified,

or savage tears dried up;

or even the narrow passageways

of my mind to be filled with light.

Love is a crucible

a dance of swords

a thuderous wave on the shore

a car crash in the desert

the match, the spark, the flame.

I will not demand anything from Love

and when my secret promises are broken

I will make no claims before God's court.

Because

as they have said for eons

Love is a mystery

and even to wait to be mystified

is a distance that never closes.