As others predicted, it is.
I’ll guard this dark sweetness with all unspoken mights of jealousy
From the burning mark of past in which it was not mine
.
Through to our brightly lit Manhattan flat
That we call future
.
That I will trade empires for you
Is a given, as much as
A song I sing to touch your hesitant lips
The glory of your laughter
Is worth
.
Nothing that I can put in words
Incapacitated willing
Sometimes
A scattered letter
That perhaps
Can mean a fraction
Of the feast
That you make of my lived world
April 23, 2011 at 1:07 pm
Amazing 8^)=
April 26, 2011 at 12:59 am
Stunning. A love letter written with the power of brevity. Very, very well done.
May 15, 2011 at 8:31 pm
vivid capture of your feelings..
keep it up.
come to poetry potluck today, thanks for sharing.