I aspire to coming home to you
to embrace your smile
following the interlocking
of our understanding look
I aspire then to seeing you.
I aspire to leaving you
In the morning
not promising
to be back later that day
impermanently opening a fist
away from clinging on to
how you once were, that morning
I aspire to rekindling with you in the evening
I aspire to remembering you
as a phenomenon rolling on,
as water in any river bed
moving banks
across any landscape
that once was,
as dark matter
there and yet not
I aspire to being reminded again of you
I aspire to one day saying goodbye to you
forgetting any fixed details
forgotten desires and letting go of cravings
smiling with feelings fleeing of past
Then, as a thought in the present,
I will lightly aspire
to having learned of love with you.
—animasuri’21
[The Lovely Perverting Method of Poetic Lecture-note-taking while listening to a lecture by Joseph Goldstein]