It’s what we really want. Don’t try to deny it.
To be swept up, carried off,
Attempts at independence
It’s in every romance we devour
by the millions.
And they wouldn’t break us.
Just train us to bend a little.
As a delicate rose is trained to follow the path of the strong fence.
Trained like a dog?
Perhaps. But with love.
It’s there in every story, every fairy tale.
We don’t really mean it when we say no.
We want to be overpowered, ignoring reason, ignoring cost.
Are you willing to indulge us?
December 4, 1992