my Sweet Affinity

How much is too much
Of me?
How much can you hear?
How much can you see?
How much can you bear 
Of me, my Sweet Affinity? 
 
Which time is the last time
You’ll be
Smiling at my words?
Wanting to hear from me?
Oh how much can you bear
Of me, my Sweet Affinity?
 
Which moment gives the rest
A loss of dignity?
When I don’t exist at all
In the Sunrise that you see?
Oh how much can you bear
Of me, my Sweet Affinity?
 
I pray, I struggle and look for signs
Or a simple, golden key
To unlock a moment’s saving grace
To set the question free
Just how much can you bear 
Of me, my Sweet Affinity? 
 

3 thoughts on “my Sweet Affinity”

  1. damn good question, Tom. Don’t think I would want to know the answer – for many reasons. Every time I want the answer to that question, I end up in a minor/major panic attack. I have to calm my mind/heart and be vulnerable to the mystery that we call love. It ain’t easy, but somehow I know I could never get the answer I think I want anyway. Namasté my dear friend. Mu

    1. It is, at some levels, a rhetorical question. I don’t even think the person being asked could answer honestly with any certainty save what may be the only true answer: “I don’t know.”

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