Necessary

if love

came knocking on my door

i would not

recognize it

            &     it might come in,

under the guise of something else,

a million a thousand a hundred and one times

somehow knowing what I find appealing

in words and deeds-

i receive her words

like that insurance salesperson with her foot

in the door before

you shut it.

was it the look of desperation that they saw?

&

if  love

came knocking on my door

i would not

recognize it

            &     it might come in,

under the guise of something else

not well-meaning:

something

i might be convinced i needed.

a dream

reaching with the outstretched hand

for that which probably

did not exist

but anyway, reaching, grasping

something with the substance

equal to air

always:

invisible

but heavy

under the weight of something artificial or lacking in value or importance

to make one think that's all there is:

consciousness.

to be honest .

but i'm told it /love

is available to anyone who asks for it.

true?

if so, then where are you?

see me waving my arms?

--alexgeorge