But Love

I only want love, she said,
I want not but love.

And it is maybe
the only thing
we can give, truly,
not because it lasts

but because it is all
we really have for giving,
the rest being elaborate
ways of taking.

And I know she’s got
her weather eye out,
I know this must be
a fool’s errand

to love from afar,
a special kind
of helplessness.
I want not, but love.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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8 Responses to But Love

  1. “the rest being elaborate ways of taking”–so true. Beautiful!

  2. Pingback: from afar, you say « y

  3. yi-ching lin says:

    from afar, you say
    in every way, leaving my
    body to fend for

    itself, unhinged, taken – a
    special kind of helplessness
    .
    20130108:1614
    y

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