OPEN TO LOVE

I was open to love,
as open as I could be
to her metaphor, which, like her,
opened up all singing to poetry.

The bass-line note 
traveled by boat.
Right beside me
was poetry, even as the melody
continued to float.

It was me! It was me!
Did you have any doubt?
Behind us, the green, melancholy vista.
The river expanded, reaching the sea.

The occasion was open to change.
Arranging my chair---furniture of hell!
I became slowly aware of you;
I leaned; therefore I fell.

I was open to love. I was open
to love. Open, open, open.
Can you believe it didn't happen?