I will not love you the same way I love me
but I will love you gently
openly lovingly swingingly
I will not guide you the way I guide myself
through trees and forests and across sticky pine branches
but I will build you a Church in the wild
and let you come down from your throne and settle at my altar
I will not open up to you with the might of the sky
but I might love you so much that my breath’s on fire when you’re breathing
and my arms feel lost because they’re no longer holding you
I will not forgive you like I forgive myself
but I will make room for our flowers to grow, and I will love you anyhow
I will not attempt to love you the same way I love myself, its a different kind of loving.
for each day is new, and I know not what the weather will be,
but I have in mind with the poise of an elegant swan the type of life I will lead-
only I can control it.
I will love you the way I love,
openly freely without fault without guilt and with only pleasure in mind.
I loved me first