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Dear Lover
I want to lay in the grass where you just did
So I can fill up the space
Where your body once was, and
I want to be able to write this down
I want to feel your hands on my skin
Burning holes through me until
There's nothing left but ash and debris
Where I used to stand, and
I want to lay in a bathtub with you
Four hours in hopes I might soak
Some of you up into my skin, and
I want to run with you through
Thunder and Lightening
Working together to count the raindrops, and
I want to tell you secrets
In foreign languages you dont know,
Because you'd never understand anyway, and
I never want to have to give you up
Until I'm ready to
I can't describe, and wont describe
I rather just read it again and again, since words can hardly describe how powerful this poem is.
Bravo
Intensely written
This poem expressed, so perfectly and objectively, the emotions I feel, and have felt, since my beloved and I parted in January, and then parted again in April after the briefest reconnection. There is so much I wish we could have experienced together, and so much of her that I wish I could have absorbed into myself. I will have to stop reading for a bit, now, as this poem has shaken me too much, too deeply, and, alas, too painfully---but that is part of its awesome power---to keep on reading. The tears in my eyes, you see, get in the way, and the line of sight is blurred.
Starward-Led (in Chrismation, Januarius)