Some days I want to be loved,
but cannot open my mouth.
Category: Love Pieces
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Thirteenth Piece (from Love Pieces Series)
The intimacy contained within
the exchange of a glance, a nod
of the head, a smile.
The closeness that lasts
for the duration of a song
listened together.
An agreement about a feeling.
An agreement about life.
Twelfth Piece
All she ever wanted was to fly into his constellations and become the brightest star.
Eleventh Piece
The white frost is gone.
The lemon tree has grown.
I want to talk to you about your heart
that you’ve been neglecting lately like a cold.
And you don’t even know.
The white frost is gone.
The lemon tree has grown
so much stronger since you were here
last spring with seeds, pebbles and a hope.
Tenth Piece
A snowflake destined
for nothing but falling, fell
into the blue of an eye.
Touching;
melting.
Drowned.
Oh, but to fall in love like that!
Ninth Piece
It was an ineffable moment
when she raised her eyes and met his gaze,
like a deer looking up from the plain
for an instant and finding berries.
Eighth Piece
The rain came ever so softly,
like the cat’s paw, or the wind-chime’s song
sung by a pair of sparrows on telephone pole.
I stayed up at night mending the lint-balled hem
of my heart that barely kept you warm last winter.
Time never stopped passing through the moth holes.
Out on the rain-soaked lawn, an old pair
of faded memories died tragically on the hangers.
I wrung them out while you, love and a raindrop fell.
Seventh Piece (Love’s Paradox)
There, five inches above your rosy skin, is a hand,
a gesture, a hesitation, a tired bird looking for a nest, my hand.
How infinitely close Pluto is to his gold-haired Sun.
How infinitely far you are to my uncertain touch.
Why have we come to this, darling love!
On this cold blue evening we are as close as two stars,
and as far apart as you are in my arms.
Sixth Piece
You see how –
one moon
orbits one earth,
against all reasons, unaware
of beginnings or endings,
witnessed by a universe
of joyous stars.
And that is how –
I have always loved you
under the constant moon
as we walked down
the long, thin, twinkling
orange grove –
I have loved your bashful smile,
against all reasons, unaware
of beginnings or endings.
SW Altair 