The New Fable
The candle's flame is still burning.
The flowers are on fire.
I need advice from an astrologer on why I can't paint
on why I can't seduce.
I need a new fable to believe in.
I need a wise man to help me out,
to understand my childhood,
to feel touched by grace,
to make love with an angel,
who will look, question
& spread her wings wide,
bear me up & never let me fall.
We'll pass over my past arm in arm,
laugh at the joy of waving farewell
to impasse and neurosis,
to longing, jealousy & hatred.
To set sail on a voyage of love