all matters of love I had never amounted to
more than a pusher. – Don Paterson, The
Book of Shadows
In splash and splurge I’ve quenched my thirst, all worries ditched, the shades of other matters banished by each burst of energy. No need for mother love that tends to fear the worst. I didn’t care whose fingertip had set me off or what went first, never in doubt that too much
grip amounted to too much control. To my complete surprise I’d find more purpose in my heart and soul than ever in my will and mind. A muse came tapping at my door. Pusher of dreams, I rushed to score.