Just me, some Rooibos tea, and a quiet sunrise in Cape Town.
Take care, take aim
Take all the very many
Things about you
That I adore.
into your service,
Load them into a rifle
And aim it at my core.
Take aim and take care.
we buried the others’ words
within our souls.
and like seeds they sprouted
saplings of who we would become.
i’ve forgotten you
in all the ways i know how;
except the ones that matter.
we met in my dreams the other night
long after the last time we spoke.
you were a young girl, and
it was years before we were to meet.
it was strange, but i got to tell you
everything that you deserved to know.
how despite the feelings
i had for you died with a whimper,
i don’t regret a moment of what i felt.
and that you set a high bar
for everyone who came after.
to the woman who taught me unconditional love,
despite our best intentions –
there was a moment.
before i gave myself up to you,
when i released the mortal chains
which held me to myself.
stripped myself bare and bared these teeth…
…bungee jumping seems an a propos metaphor
for the tumble i knew awaited me.
made a vow..
before it was ever to you, it was to myself
that this was something i would see to the end
whether i was the ship
or the iceberg
i would sink
come what may.
and so what can i do?
a vow is a vow.