I Want

Short poem about longing for a lost sense of love

I want to love like I'm young again.

With passionate conflagration,
I want to be consumed again.

I miss the recklessness,
the determination
and I miss the blissful ignorance.

Like a child on a cliff,
shivering anxiously before the dive
into water's cool embrace,
I want
to dive,

jump headfirst into uncertainty,
still certain of only one thing:
We have each other.

There is nothing more angelic
than two lovers locked in flight,
shedding unearthly atmospheres
and spreading lace wings wide.

I want to love like I'm innocent again.

I've beguiled hearts
with words of corrosive enamor.

I've outraged against the tide
of impending loss, of love's lies
and torn sails down against
harsh winds in storm,
but I do remember the sensation of flight.

I want to love like I'm whole again.