All she ever wanted was to fly into his constellations and become the brightest star.
Category: Love Pieces
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.
Fifth Piece
Let us love for a while, for a year or two,
you and me, among these cold things,
and winter dreams, under the bright stars
and rhodoras, until life’s full froth
swallows us in gurgling disillusions.
And from time to time I shall
fall to sudden melancholia.
To think that I no longer have you.
Fourth Piece
She was made of ringlets of laughters,
made of the scent of an apple orchard.
She was the quiet ripples of endless summers nights,
and her dress was drenched in sweet wine.
Purple poured into drunken purple.
She was made of all good things
that slipped through my fingers.
And I was made to love no one
but her.
Third Piece
She practiced her love on every ugly toad,
casually tossing I-love-yous
into the gaping mouths
of those desperate souls.
With each rehearsed declaration, she felt a new sensation,
an unknown tenderness that she carefully learned,
treasured and saved
for the prince.
But those words, uttered too many times,
have slowly swelled up her tongue,
until it grew so prodigious
that she could not close her lips.
So she waited for her prince,
with a gaping mouth,
ugly and desperate,
completely ignored and detested
by her fellow toads.
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