Here I Love You
in my foolish quest for scrambled words,
your inspiration becomes a heady sensation
carrying me gently from the troubled traffic
of my desecrated hours, as if i were entering
under the skins of our candle lights: bringing me
to embers of moments terribly free, like you..
and there, we become weightless on our
open map---the meridians and continents
passing through the mists of time and space,
oh how my lips and this my striped soul
adore you: wandering effortlessly on
the terraces of our own love, war and peace.
~
often, at daytime, at night call when stars
seem to cover their cherubic faces
and i feel the throb of my faltering heart,
your company i embrace, telling me
how to live...as our sheets grasp in surrender;
my tender moans start to bleed...
then i become one with your skin, bones,
and hands: through sips of wine and tea,
i have to say today and after:
~” Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things…” ~
i feel i am everywhere; i think of how many
i can be with our candles and songs.
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*excepts from Pablo Neruda’s “ Here I Love You”
* please allow use of small caps
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Poem for Frank H.'s Best Contest
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2011
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