Ten of swords

I know you do not love me

because I have been loved before

because I have felt the frustration,

the quiet desperation

that love carries in her uncompromising jar.

It beats against the glass -

with hard wings, threatening to take the sky

threatening to swallow the moon.

I know you do not love me

because there is a fight in love

she knows what she believes in

like the Empress – who uncompromisingly

suckles her child at her large breast,

whose eyes threaten to eclipse the universe,

as she plays with all of its light.

I know you cannot love me

because there is no self in love

no Ego, no contention.

No craving of another touch, word, body -

even on the coldest, lonliest night.

You are all hands and tongue and want.

Love is a prayer – an invocation;

it is you seeing me within you and reaching for me

Uncompromisingly.

I know you do not love me

 - because you leave me when you could stay.

It does not seem to worry you

That I am cold.