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200501

MORE THAN MYSELF

When we were born
eyes gazed inward
our first kiss
was birth itself

Days to follow
with earth’s feet warm
clouds muscled forward
for a storm

When I arrived
you had a feast baking
two souls preparing
just right

I used to lament
perhaps cried in sleep
fearing loss
for the moment of this life

Whenever I left
your face lingered
behind half door
waiting for the kiss
of our gaze

I would have wanted
nothing else
I wanted
nothing less
any more was just too much
we were
just right

But married couples
weld too nicely
cannot remember
the love that singed us
together forever

I lay on my belly
to remember this birth
I sit on my head
to press the stars back home
I dream on my side
to let our life sift like a sand-clock

I search for you again
my love, my life
a winter that has passed

On certain days
she would declare
“You do not love me anymore,
I can feel it!”

Are you genius, I wonder?
Telepathic?
Or did the cloud’s cool hands
pass snowflakes across
both our faces?

It is not that I no longer love,
perhaps mourn the loss of love in memory;
the time that has captured us like butterflies
that could not spill those colors if they tried

perhaps I slept too deeply
in our romance
did not awaken to you
but to only wanting more

perhaps I dream of too many faces
looking for the ones lingering behind half doors

perhaps I cannot say goodbye
to the magic and mystery of birth

We have both lost
our creativity
it is a God’s gift

Re-gifting is a sinister thing
I would not give your love
to somebody else

Wondrous girl
I love you among all the rest
nothing short of
nothing tall.

It is just right

But in my heart I love the world
more than I love myself.