She’s as inviting as most these days.
I suppose it’s just as well.
Don’t get me wrong.
I will never compromise my feelings,
or passions. I will
never admit defeat to this nascent,
post-modern selfishness that is incapable
of labeling because of
the intermittent fears surrounding
the vulnerabilities of love.
It has, and always will be true
that if you allow yourself to
love anything your heart
will be wrung and possibly broken*
When you’re done hiding
I’ll show you where I need you
to stitch me back up
*Lewis, C.S., 1960, The Four Loves
(A haibun is a short prose poem followed by a Haiku. This particular haibun was inspired by a powerful quote in C.S. Lewis’ 1960 book, The Four Loves).
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”