Territorial Imperative
You know that I could love
you with agape;
It is such a wonder that you
had stopped me on my way
But when I had to think of you
It has kept me dazed—always
My waking states alter day-to-day
Just for seeing your smiling face
A guy who would be likened
to a man, by a woman
It is unchartered territory,
But it could be the best one.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Reedited 11.23.2019 (I have merely supplanted the former erroneous emendations, as indicated below in smaller fonts); 07.11.2019 (misspelling/typographical error corrections that are affecting its sense-making intended meaning-making attempts, e.g., or losinng. perhaps < or losing*, perhaps):
"Territorial Imperative" is a poem about getting (or losing, perhaps) our chances in love. But this is taken from my viewpoint, of my own subjective chance(s) or lack thereof—because it is relational (at the time when it was written). The date of its composition supposedly was on 04/18/2017 at around 04:56 A.M.
