you, my love, unclose me
breathing out what I let in
for when we are alone,
you are fire
telling me I am the kindling
with cold and shadows chased away,
there's no doubt about how you love me
how you love me! oh How!
you grasp my head,
as if it plans to leave
but it will stay forever
just to be near the flame
that lives in your soul
and leaps out through your eyes
but even through the rapturous cries of your affections
remains the gentle constance of your service
...As if I deserve to have my feet washed every day
you, my love, have learned
(from what is surely Grace)
how to love me
through the very love of God
in the dark you whisper
(with your eyes still shining blue)
sweet somethings- that resound
and your lips meet my forehead
while your fingers trace my chin
you, my love, do for me
what spring does for the cherry trees.
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i wish i could do a better job of describing who he is, and how he is, but words always come up short
4.18.2006
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3 comments:
Heheh, you kids are cute. I wish such love were more common in the world.
you are beautiful!
I love you so much!
brian
p.s. - the poem is original, but the last two lines are inspired by Neruda, who I think said something about wanting to do that for someone else. I would hate for someone to think I was plaigarizing.
It is just the best description I can think of to describe what he does for me!
too bad it is the best part of the poem...
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