Love Poem: Rules of Dispassion

Rules of Dispassion



Look   ...   but don’t touch
Touch   ...  but don’t taste

Taste   ...   but don’t enjoy
Enjoy   ...   but don’t ever show it

A dispassionate display,
cold dish served on an ice tray

Heart beat is sub-zero,
Arctic thoughts are so cadaver cold

Bosom heat is distant Pluto,
Permafrost eyes are frigid windows

Cold fish caught in the Aleutian Sea,
Icebox lungs became frozen gill memories

Popsicle toes            icicle fingers
	  Polar bear nose 
Penguin echoes seem to glacial linger 

Tropical grace melt ice-cold, igloo cubicles
Rainforest place warmly blow tear heart-shaped miracles

Show the passion   ...   but don’t ever let go of it 
Let go of it   ...   but don’t ever forget how to find it     again
		        And again and again and again   ...   and
keep looking for that loving touch
Searching beyond earth’s end