Inside a drop of honey

I listen to love songs

I read love poems full of longing and loss

I turn to them and open my heart as if each

Love song is sung to me, by me

As if each love poem were written to me, from me

“The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your door, in your own mirror and each will smile…”. Derek Walcot

I find myself swimming in a deep sea of unrequited love

That can only be met by meeting myself

Swimming

Floating

Being in beauty

And noticing all those moments the universe offers herself to me in love.

Requited at last, in this present moment.