Wednesday, August 17, 2005

• Today:  a look at some old stuff. Tomorrow: if I make time, I'll hunt down an assigment to write in the "voice" of someone famous.  I'll make you guess who it is, too   I just wrote this thang below:     I no longer want your kisses but I don't want to lose your mouth. I no longer want your body but I miss your embrace. I don't want to consume you but to be a part of your spirit, as you will Always be a part of mine.   To make you laugh would be a blessing. I miss that look of consternation I could create on your face.   I cannot make you care any more or less, but I guess I just hope I'm not forgotten.   And I'd like to see your eyes.      This thang below was written about two years ago.  "Write a love poem," the prof said, and here it goes.   A Love Song in Four Parts “Forgive me, my beloved, neglected gillyflowers.” – Pablo Neruda
  Number One
  in eighth grade
  your soft-brown curls
  my tangled braid
  You were old-fashioned
  and I loved you dear
  But, mostly,
  my reflection
  
  Number Two
  your eyes weren’t blue
  but green, and full of song.
  I wanted to
  detangle you
  unfurl your woes
  as your coarse fingers,
  from guitar, fretfully strummed,
  swept down my cute nose. You
  slept peacefully in my presence,
  more shallowly
  on your own.
  
  Number Three, my lucky one
  I’m learning now from you
  to be myself to give freely
  less jaded, jagged
  and wanting.
  Your eyes are brown
  and you give me everything.
  I think more
  of you than the
  emerald on my main.
  
  Quaint and Selfless
  I know what people want of me
  like any child
  or person unenlightened
  and cunning either way
  I seem so good but love
  myself leaving others
  To sleep in my dreams.

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