I THINK I KILLED THAT PART OF ME

I THINK I KILLED THAT PART OF ME
I think I killed that part of methat wasn’t mebut just a bundle of other folk’s ideasall about love and romanceand marriage and intimacyand family, belongingand relating and all that.A very serious,frightened,impossible to maintain part of me.
It happened in an instant.Though once upon a time I used to wear my armourUntil one nightof our fine nights of passion,When my attention crash-landedInto my heartAnd what it stands forAnd the kind of love-energy That it is.That I am.
Truly:It happened in a second,The second whenYou touched my cheek gentlyAnd lingered thereFor what felt like forever,Your glance so soft and open.
In that secondI knewYou had fully explored meAnd owned me then.You had the map of my being:You were that map.That’s when I saw youIn all your splendour,Then my heart melted like goldAnd goodbye was our medicine.
Now I can’t take the ‘man-woman thing’ seriously anymore.It’ll never be more beautifulThan your finger’s soft touchOn my cheekThat night.Sometimes I wishI didn’t killThat part of meThat night.