Oh, be careful what you love
lest the underlying form be unexpected.
Be careful what you see as well
for everything is the shape of your eyes.
Sometimes I am an elephant
described by five blind men, in parts.
Believe me when I say that ultimately
I am as unknowable as a mythical beast.
Or as a dryad among leaves, seen only
from the corner of your eye by dawn or dusk,
proves that seeing can never be believing
as a hand, clasping breath, is empty.
So, when you close your eyes and touch
or look away to catch the slightest glimpse,
beware of what you hope to find and keep.
Oh, be careful what you love.
2013 © Andie Davidson
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