busyNote: This poem uses lascivious metaphors in several places. No likie, no readie.
"Into a Relationship"
You cannot go into nature
expecting to bend it to your will.
You cannot go into a relationship
expecting to change someone.
When you go in, you must
be yourself as completely as
you are being with the other
in order to succeed.
This is not a competition
but a convergence.
It is not an argument
but an influence.
Gaze into each other.
Fall in. Love. It is
no more and no less
than what is meant to be.
From the slow courtship
of bare feet on green grass
comes sex on the beach and
riding off into the sunset.
Hush. Be at peace.
This is something to savor,
not something to rush through.
It is a journey, not a destination.
Your skin, your soul, your self
are all semipermeable membranes
responding to environmental stimuli.
Give and take. Ebb and flow. Breath.
To belong is to be one with,
and yet still two, each entering
with an open mind and open heart,
unlocking the miracle of metamorphosis.
It is as ancient and inevitable as
the conjunction of egg and sperm
or the pipping of the shell; to touch
each other is to be transformed.
You cannot go into nature
without getting some of it on you.
You cannot go into a relationship
without being changed in the process.
