Tell me to stop romanticizing you and I will be defiant, I will refuse your request.

Tell me to stop rhapsodizing you and I will tell you that I have always done so, have always been composing poems within your orbit, as if, like some kind of Rome city, all roads lead to you.

Tell me stop idealizing you and I will say it is impossible for me, for someone who falls in love with everything raw, good and blooming, for a writer, for a woman who is all blush beneath her eroticism, all stomach-flutter beneath her carefully arranged letters, nouns, and the active verb Love.
Tell me to stop and I will rebel.

I will keep writing you as you write yourself. Crackling with energy. Sharp, like new ice. Flagrant.
I will keep drawing upon language to arrange as close an image of you as I can possibly come.
I will keep telling all the world how you are collision upon collision of forest and wind, wind and sea, endless… within me…❤