tumbling

Burning trash day, laundry day, cleaning day...
     and I wonder...

If I told you that I love you, would you understand it's in the cosmic sense? I love you like Jesus loves everybody. Why do people assume all love that isn't family, is romantic? There used to be different words for love; the greeks had so many - I wonder if they still do. We lost those words
and assumptions are evil.
Maybe if I wrote this in stanzas 
you would read it
as fast as I think it
this train of thought
desrves its own rail
this stream deserves
its own mountain
to fall to tumble
to roll
cascading
through my sight
and
across your tongue

But anyway,

I was wondering.

Why shouldn't we be more clear?




(early 2011)