I Cannot Teach You How To Love

I cannot teach you how to love There is no subject but us And there is no discipline. If I say give that is a command And if it is not spontaneous it is not love again. You must come willing And climb the hills like the moon With your belly sweet with fire. You must bring the fragrance of fresh spices That mountain use to cover Its curving nakedness. And you must lie still like a moth on the shade Waiting to be devoured As the sacrifice of total surrender. I cannot teach you how to love Love is a gift A surrender of our best A choice to become Whatsoever my pleasure be. The fear is not in me, dear child It is you The spell has cast nothing out. I cannot teach you how to love.