By: Eva L. (wearetrees) + 37 more
Date Submitted: 11/27/2008
Last Updated: 11/17/2009
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 278
Rating:

Life
is abrupt
Her particles distinct and
sudden
despite the deep narrative of symmetry
its allegiance to the big heart,
the potbellied earth's insistence on the mirage
of communion -
hands and vines
those sweet barometers.
There is nothing I want more
than to believe in the divine return
predict the colors of your mind
the muscles that ache for me
Nothing I want more than the admission
that you love me precisely because
in this life you cannot,
that this distance dethrones you
that we deserve this land and our bodies above it
the shallow swing
the birthday letters
the stem leading up to
the flower,
the flower betraying the fruit.

My love for you is something deliberate,
like poison
like when you stretch fingers to the sky
to gauge their shape in contrast with it
Or lean forward towards the earth
to feel the weight
of your own heart inside you,
that warm capsule
full of memories that don't intrigue the mind
don't behave with linear propriety
engulfed like stones in mud
soft and slow
We are slim filters for this purple universe,
our bodies obese with love
the swollen surprise of time
that ancient paradise,
that living garden.

My life is a gift from the tempest
I beg but do not submit
I will steal your tongue
And the kiss from your mouth
till you realize you'd have given them to me
of your own accord
and with greater zeal
If I had strength enough to let you go
let you wander like some blind monk
begging bowl filled with your breath
your bowed-string instruments
And the dreams I dream are notes to you,
shaped like waves
the crest and nadir of our nights
Here I am again here I am and your eyes don't lie
your desire is transparent in them
you are native here, native to me
you will not go hungry,
I will be your bread.

The Eclectic Pen - Barometer

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