No Other Poetry
I care more for you now
than writing poetry,
reading the history of the world
doesn’t interest me.
Watching the sun set over
half-deserted city lanes or waves
carrying out to sea;
watching the moon rise
does not excite me now. Only
a thought of you rising in my mind
takes my attention away.
You have shaken the order of my world
with all its ponderous weight
upon me
and scattered the stars
that guide me
and shine the only light.
Through you I hear sweet comfort,
the whispering flesh of lips,
warm breath, a kiss;
through you I hear the pause
and listen to the silent content
of words not spoken
in the wind.
Through you all life is better,
by you needs
no other poetry.
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