Love Catapults Me

Love catapults me like a seed into the wind Here I am without feet, without roots Here I am jettisoned alone and yet entwined. But I know there are flowers in my hair. Yes violas' smiling with tints the shade of tears In the shape of a tiara ice-dried frozen in solitude. And know I wear your breath like a perfume Bathe in its condensed trembling dew. Know that I am melting that a shell is opening That a fig-root is delving into your soul, That a camouflaged moth is crimsoning inside. First blush red-bronze then sticky honey gold. Then like a moonflower spun white Whirled around like a snowflake translucent I feel myself melting letting go Joined by a butterfly; all the colours of a rainbow. Love catapults me to a waterfall—I surrender I do not leap to find another shore I just, fall Nor do I comet across the universe the solar system, I am a salmon with no resistance, dancing silver Only to stay without feet, without roots another day. Maybe the wind will hold me in her shawl Take me to her bosom and never let me go Love catapults me to you, darling, that's all I know.