Concept

Love is a concept
into which we fall
Shimmering as long
as it's withheld
from the sand and grit
of confrontation
Leafiness and dappled shade
and peace
Reality jumps
from branch to branch
Illusive until it comes home
to feed

You are a woman
made for love
As long as reality
stays safely in the trees
Seeing behind my eyes
through misty lights
Building dreams
of what is there
You'll find my strength of purpose
often fled
Revealing flesh and bone
and little else