Love plays in t...

Love plays in the surf with his children
Who are like statues of young gods in a museum brought to life
Love’s eyes that same murky jade as waves fraught with particles of debris and shadow
I hear his words in my mind sometimes
rhythms imitating those of my own convulsing body
I can’t let him come here take me to dinner sweat beside me on a mat
Let alone in my bed
Can I?
There’s too much at stake for both of us and so I wait for Music
To be less elusive
Which rarely if ever occurs
For if you were Music would you make plans
Hold children in your arms say I love you
Just those three words simple and straight?
Or would you vibrate among the stars speaking only in secret messages
Breaking hearts but never admitting
being broken?

Comments

  • Toya Saturday, 07 January 2012

    The last two lines are so beautiful!

    The last two lines are so beautiful!

  • Teddi Thursday, 05 January 2012

    you can do whatever you want, but is waiting for m...

    you can do whatever you want, but is waiting for music & love futile? wouldn't they say, (whoever they is, or they are), to create your own? which you've done before, & continue to do, with your words, daily.

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