To Her Whom I Have Known (and Hope to Know Again [& Again])

Your Magic is Powerful
Your Method is not Madness
Your Meannesses are not meant

I know what you mean to do
is not meant to break but to bend
me in a way that gives you
liberty (which is what I hope to get,
a free woman).

Women have been Mad at Men for ages,
& rightfully so.
Though I'm not a man to be mad at,
I am a man.
(please forgive me.)

I get that you being a woman
(and being so many other things)
would want your liberty.
I say again, I want you free.
Your wildness is what pleases me.
I do not want to tame, only
preserve myself from harms
& heal the wounds that you might carry.

I do not presume to know
what you might carry.
I am here to learn.
Your magic fascinates:
It is different from mine
in so many ways
You are different, and that is good.
(Be what you will be.)

I hope to under-stand, to
lie under, to comprehend,
to extend my self around to
hold as much as I can,
& I do not imagine I will ever
fully comprehend, though I try,
for you are not a single tree
but a forest, a wood where
I would feel safe if only I
could lie under, in your shade.

May your Magic Be
Mine to Embrace Methodically
& I will be Happy, is what I mean.

You understand?
Feel Free to re-write comme tu veux.