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In response to a poem written for me
I read the words you wrote to me and could not believe they were directed towards such a useless boy. Well, I don't feel so useless anymore. I know in fact that I have a place in this world and that place is right under your covers with our bare skin sticking together with sweat. I belong in your dreams and you in mine. I know my place is on the stairs with you and our first child sliding down on our butts and laughing hysterically. I know that I belong in our barn while you distract me from grading papers to push me up on a desk while everyone else is asleep. I know that I belong in the Wadsworth paying no attention to the paintings around me.
I have never had someone write me a poem and to be honest I still do not know what to think. I know I have dragged on my response and I feel terrible saying that I still cannot give a direct answer, because this is something profoundly amazing. I know now what love is, yet still this feels like more. I can see you writing the poem. I can see your eyes lighting up with passion and desire like they did on the Sunday that I lay underneath you and let your hair close the gap of light and cover me up. I am sure many people would disagree but I think that when two people find eachother that is one thing, this is different. If there is a word that means something more than love I will search the world until I find it. When that day comes, you will know what I thought of your poem.
