of course

of course i love you,
so i said,
you, flower, bird, human,
holding wonder, crazy

my beautiful love.
of course i meant
what i said. i just
forgot that you are

obstinate, malignant,
poisonous and boring.
of course i love you.
the rose i try to reach

will put thorns through
my skin, my flesh,
i bleed. we must
concentrate when we love.

magic is attitude,
what else is it than
the growing of the
improbable in the dark

blossoming with wonder,
maybe, as if by itself,
or perishing in the
folds of karmic time.

all here, all, is in
a space we feel
but cannot grasp
with thought nor deed.

all ends are invention,
all is open, all a beginning.
between life and death
is only presence.