“…watch out for love
(unless it is true,
and every part of you says yes including the toes) ,
it will wrap you up like a mummy,
and your scream won’t be heard
and none of your running will end.
love? be it man. be it woman.
it must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. to love another is something
like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
if i were you i’d pay no attention
to admonitions from me,
made somewhat out of your words
and somewhat out of mine.
i do not believe a word i have said,
except some, except I think of you like a young tree
with pasted-on leaves and know you’ll root
and the real green thing will come.
let go. let go.
oh special person,
this typewriter likes you on the way to them,
but wants to break crystal glasses
when the dark crust is thrown off
and you float all around
like a happened balloon. “
-anne sexton, admonitions to a special person.