for the love of you
and the life of me
i can’t comprehend your love for me
and this rejection is so you can be free.
If i agree then i might be
not a man my mother raised me to be.
I am enamored and i know
but love has never been so forbidden.
It is a noble thing for you to show.
It piteous i can’t bestow.
The moon, still cut in half.
The cross still crossed in linen scarf
is our deadlock
and why we wish to hate to love.