‘Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.’ H. G. Wells
I told you I can not be your love
to respect whom, who owns all my limbs
to be his with my flesh and my thoughts
to be as God wants and likes I be
I’ve no doubt and it’s true; I’m aware
that my path is as my reason knows
My poor heart is a little thing as
a child caged in a dark alien box
I’m sure that I can not be your love
above all in this shocking sweet dream
where I’m pixel’s mess in form of cat,
looking for closeness, hugs and surprise
It is so, yet then why
I’m upset when you chat
with another girl here, tenderness
sharing around you two
while you smile?
My weak heart is both wish and desire.
truth and dream, black and white, light and dark.
Jealousy whispers me that I’m wrong
thinking to control my wish alone
I’m not able to do what I want
when I see truth I do something else
I’m not able to love without love.
I need God, to be love to my Love
Thinking of a friend, SL, Milkwood, October, 11th 2020