Do not wonder If you are the kind Of woman men desert. Please stop piling up A list of things you are Just so you can overwhelm Yourself into thinking That you’re overwhelming To everyone, and anyone In retrospect but desperate To make sense of Something, and anything. Do not ask yourself Why you keep searching For men who stray And do not believe that It’s because you never wanted Love in the first place, Place yourself first. And do not leap into A relationship thinking “It makes sense.” Run or swim or stride Into one but make sure You make sense. I wish for you Nothing but to fall Like leaves to soil, For your own soul. But if you are to paint That picture, then paint it Whole, take the entire pile And launch it into the wall Watch as your canvas Melts to color and blood and Collapses to its knees The beautiful splash The floor, the wall The colors dripping In the collision, you Reach your tongue out And taste the brilliant Enchanting detonation Of all the different Lives you pretended to live The weight of the Unlived still calling, stirring And the lives within you That have never met Let the colors run Into each other because That’s how new colors Are created, and mix them Deeply, beautifully, completely. Your mosaic, I promise Will make them dizzy But imagine please, just For a moment these Kaleidoscopic eyes Filled with ecstasy, ones That see and dream in color In motion, in musical notes Imagine a pair of eyes, yours That will motion your colors Into a story only you sing Because I promise out there There are more, and by dancing To your own colors you Invite them to explore. Let your colors Misbehave more often Let them dance and Not just in any soul But another soul with Kaleidoscopic eyes that swing To your colors and sing A story you can spend Your life painting. Don’t apologize to the world For making them dizzy And believe me, you’ll Never have to apologize to him For being soft because Darling soft looks gorgeous With that mosaic soul of yours And soft will be the color Of the eyes that hold you. Don’t ever wonder—if love is Something you must ask for.