Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Verse: somehow if this

if this becomes
impossible to know
then grant me forgiveness

i was trying
to reach beyond
conventional expression
to tell you something ordinary
in an extraordinary way

too often i take
my counsel from
the stars, the moon
their tintinnabulation
is irresistible to me

i forget
to ground these things
in the calm
in the warmth
of lips, and hands

in those familiar
and immediate places
where the most pure
form of expression

but if you like
my words then
let them be
a balm
a snow

and know this
that i love
love most
when it is
expressed by you.

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