Love's Possibility of Tomorrows

If only I could have understood, The game we were destined to play, Could have been privy to the dance steps, Prior to the music beginning. How helpful it would have been, Prior to combining the ingredients: You. Me. My Love. Your Intentions. Before hastily mixing over our high heat. But you know me. Not exactly the cautious type. Boldly jumping in without checking If the pond has any water. So…when your sunshine scent, Looping linguistics and Effervescent elixir, All wafted into my hungry senses, I inhaled so deeply, I hardly noticed the burn. I gulped up the bait, Until I was suffocating in the deceit. I was hardly a worthy opponent. I was already a fragile vessel. There were surfaces on me, Worn thin from previous storms. Deep cracks in my hull, Tears in my sails’ fabric, Over-extended, thread-barren, A soul in need of resurfacing. But I guess you did warn me, You said you should have, Come with a warning label. To be fair, I wouldn’t have read it. “Warning. Proceed With Caution.” “Not Suitable for Amateurs.” “Debilitating Pain Likely.” “Sociopath On Board.” As it was, I found myself splintered, Dangerously taking on water, In the eye of a major hurricane. Decidedly unseaworthy. And finally, as they always do, The shattering gale winds, The relentless, pounding rain, The deafening, crashing waves, settled. And as I came to, hungrily gulping in, Those first, new breaths, signs of life, My will to survive surging through me, I finally, carefully took inventory: Two arms…attached…still able, One day to embrace another. Two legs…not yet stable…but still able to, Carry me along another journey. A soul…a bit wiser and still able to soar. One heart…a bit bloody, but still beating, With the rhythmic whisper of hope, In love’s possibility of tomorrows.