" WINDSONG

I have a heart like a wheelbarrow,
there are no windmills in my mind.
Love blows in and floats around freely
like the wind - getting in the way
of other things.

This rootless love without design,
which has no object, point or point of origin -
one looks for it in every face,
looking for somebody to become that place
where everything that falls apart
falls into place.

It seeks definition, a place of rest,
to find its home in a woman's breast -
to die there, or multiply there.
When, surely to keep it to oneself
would be best.

The Hate Poems
John Tottenham "

― John Tottenham , The Hate Poems