Intensity

Intensity.
I know I can be Intense.
I am so trying to be Easy.

How Much of an Oxymoronic
State of Being
Can I Be in??

Just a tad bit Uncertain
of Where I stand
but Learning,
Again,
That this is Life.

And, that
All I can really be sure of
-- most of the time--
Is that my Feet are on the Ground

Other than that;
(Dear Mother, I know....)
I need to learn to bend.

To just Let Be

What Is.
No Match Stick
Breakings,
Anymore....

Intensity.
My middle Name
and I make no Apologies
But at times, I sense
that it scares those
Who want to be Close to Me.

I want to tell Her

"Fear Not".

It's not scary, 

It's not commitment,

It's just depth

and warmth

and Connection

Like She's never felt before.

In the Beginning

It's what she Came Here for.

I invite Her in

to that Intensity;

The Space of Love

Our Intensity,

As Gently as I know How.

For an Hour or Two

Now and Then

To Spread the Times Between

With Smiles and Warmth.

So Fulfilling

So Satisfying

That Space

She Remembers

But Fears

Instead.

No Expectations

Except for the Promise

of Full Love Now

And, If that Love,

Full of Us,

Lasts into The Next Now;

then Twice Blessed We will Continue to Be.

I suppose

That this Intensity

Could be Mistaken

For an Invitation to Forever ...

But, Rather it is

More Simply,

An Invitation

To Now ...

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