Let Me... Poem by Dieter Ian Maree

Let me love you with no boundaries or fences like demonic angels floating in a clear blue sky...

Pursued by eternal condemnation but no longer living a lie... Let me joyously celebrate the wicked Woman in you without care and without worrying that your delicate strength and torturous beauty might be too much for these barren arms to bear.

Let the silent contours of my deceitful heart reveal all the loves I have gallantly abandoned to be with you and let the most deserted chamber of my soul conceal the futile resistance that may have uttered a final word or two...

Let every sacred drop of sweet anticipation flow with the stealth and freedom of greater imagination...
Let me love you once more with less fear, caution or shallow infatuation
If this is not living, if this is not loving...

Let me love you in my own way...
Seductively unguarded with no rhythm or restraint... A sinner, a gypsy lover or a treacherous saint... Let me yearn, let me crave, allow me to ache with expectation...

Let me flee from you unchained and without guilt, remorse or harmless obsession when the darkest desire to destroy becomes heavier than the subtle urgency to love without possession...

Let me hate you with the gentle embrace of seasoned lovers and the sour taste of old wine...

And thereafter...
Let me miss you with the brutal force of a thousand flooding rivers and a primal longing destined for untamed suffering and unbridled disaster!