For a lover leaving

do not go gently….do not be content to live with the fear and the dull and the
safe harmless lack and lackluster
dive and reach, and pull yourself toward the warning sounds and the excitement
the hurt and battered and torn scarred sparkling joys and loves
dash yourself on the rocks and the pebbly sand
earn your stripes and lashes and passions, kiss and caress your lovers’ and lovers…
stroke each fire hotter till it sears and blinds you to the next
and always, always run into the danger and not away