Elbow Room

It is not love for love

is a melting glacier

that drowns your earth

in a flood of trembling desire

An overwhelming expanse

Of sky dressed in a blinding fog

Below a heaven where

Two doves perch upon a cloud

It is your fill, your hilt

Your cup, your bone

love starves

like a goat in a meadow

it is your only piece of warm clothing

as you walk naked

knee-deep in the white snow

holding on to it for dear life

It is not love for love is

the tin shed over your bald head

where the rain plays her tambourine

and those few drops that trickle down

to wet your lips

It is not love for

Being in love is not a question

it's a surge, it's a ghost, it's to feel

it is not to ask, it is to know, it is to be..