Love Poem No.16

Meet me by that run in the river where the blueness
and the blackness roil over each other as a reminder
that nothing is certain and there is so much to learn.
I’ll bring my emptiness, you bring yours, and we’ll do
those things we know will soothe our coupled sadness.
We’ll start by picking bouquets of sweet dock and clover
to throw to no one but the morning wind. Then we’ll lay
down on the tufts of grass with our bare feet touching
taking turns reading from The Best Day the Worst Day.
We’ll cry for Jane and Donald which will cause us to cry
for ourselves and we’ll swear to God not to take each other
for granted when we go back far into our everyday lives.
We will though. We will take each other for granted, and
we’ll keep on taking and taking and taking until our hearts
once more beat bitter and empty as an abandoned drum.
Then I’ll ask you to meet me by the river’s edge, and we’ll
spawn back to this place which is like a galaxy in a universe
that keeps us mindful of how precious everything truly is.
 
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3 Comments

  1. hisfirefly on April 13, 2014 at 3:46 am

    I am touched, as always, in a a very deep place
    the image of each bringing their emptiness
    such truth there, even in the greatest love

  2. Gwen Acres on April 13, 2014 at 4:15 am

    “…..this place …that keeps us mindful of how precious everything really is.” Thank you for taking us there.

  3. pastordt on April 13, 2014 at 11:19 pm

    I like that idea of spawning to a special place, especially when we forget who we are. And we all do, you know?

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