Ah well, investing everything we have in another is always a gamble . . . something not-to-be-repeated that we generally repeat. |
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ExtravaganceI’ve given too much of my power to youand I regret it, for now I’m powerless You never asked and yet I gave it all You never wanted, but took it even so, my love for you, extravagantly spent I do that when I love someone too well, investing all my shortages in another, taking my strengths, giving them away sometimes to strangers, sometimes friends Friends and strangers yet, but for my love Extraordinary how it all gets out of hand A quickening in my mind, larger than life And reality’s out the window once I dream In those dreams you accept the obligation that’s never there, except within the dream It weakens me and makes me less a man Perhaps it makes you less a woman too This vice of mine that makes me find in you all the poetry and grace that lets me live To die without those graces, once you’re gone |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
