to what end
to what purpose
do we move
through the day
through the lives
of the souls
fate has entrusted
to our circle
the square
of our foundation
the walls of
love and lust
of friendship
and continuance
as we touch
the day
and warm
the night
give me your lips
and I'll
give you
my ears
nestle
suckle
but above
all
hold
hold as if
below
a well
nay, a cliff
dark
bottomless
can you hold
hold me
like this
hold body
and
soul
heart
and
hand
all of me
the day
and the night
the sun
and
the rain
can you
do
this
can you
do
it now
not now
as
in now
but now
as in
eternity
a place
forever
now
3 comments:
This poem was written in two micro bursts, each taking about a minute. The first stopped about mid way with the line: hold me, like this. I'm tempted to erase the rest and just let the first part stand on its own. Read it either way.
This poem is so beautiful it made me cry, not just cry, but cry with every corner of my being, for the beauty, for the meaning, for the profound talent that you have, a very, very special gift granted to the one person who would keep it close. More in a bit, need to head up to the top of the page. :-)
Sunshine, this is my plaintive wail to be held, whole, but above all, just to be held. Sigh.
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