In a world which
deems it right
that each one maintain oneself-
I am hopelessly yours.
this deep sense of inevitability;
this joy and pain: contradicting and combining..
This totality in giving myself
This they call my insensibility.
Reason, logic, sense of rightness or wrong
fade out in an aura
of an intense purposefulness
to be yours.
For my mind and soul, that I cannot posses
For my body: the only thing I posses-
I give you myself.
My relentless love impales any querulous cautioning
of my mind.
Usha, 30 June, ’83
Billet doux [French] : Love Letter:)