Not Owning

Having crossed many bridges
and sailed across
rivers, lakes and oceans
I'm getting less interested
in owning things and feelings

Owning seems to carry
an awkward weight
that slowly sinks me
into a quagmire

People step into my orbit—
accidentally or on purpose
with different
perspectives
and stories

I let them play with me—
I swim in the games
and feel the energy

When they hurt me—
I dip into sadness
yet try not to judge them

As they seduce me—
I dive deep into pleasure
like slipping into trance

When they love me—
I embrace their lips with mine
and feel the gratitude

I even let them own me
so I don't have to
and can let them go

They always
become mine
without me
owning them