I can still write love poems.
Not just silhouettes and their assigned words.
I can still put you in the middle
After all the mechanical failures in our (connected) souls.
I can still offer you truth, on paper
Because I know something else of your existence;
I know where it glows -
I’ve seen better days, when the sparkle in your eyes
Makes for a formidable challenge -
To the twinkle of champagne.
I taste its sweetness with my heart
And bear it’s lightness on my tongue.
How these days of an unbroken chain, turned -
To cracked porcelain; sometimes we hurt.
Still, how I would take the broken pieces over the world.
Because the faith I find in my mortality - in us
Allows for simplicity. Even hidden -
This is why I can still write love poems.
For inside the words is where I find you, perfected.
To Heather
Circa 2002
2 comments:
Why do I not remember this one from 2002...maybe I was purposely ignoring you in those frustrating years :) You CAN write love poems - but I always need you to interpret the words for me. You know me, I am a sucker for your all your letters. When are you finishing "our" book of them HA I am really lucky to have so many sweet words written about us. Even if they are lost in a stack of notebooks and loose papers. I love you and all your talents.
I love your love poems Jamie and I am glad to see that Heather does too. I think they reveal something about what only the two people who have gone through real stuff together can feel if they will let it be felt. But even a step further a love that can be organized and written about by one who is not only talented but more real than he knows. You write so much about masks and not being what others think you are, but I think you are more uncovered than most people and I love that about you! L
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