Love Letter to No-one (17th June 2008, 12.04pm)
I do not yet know the course of our love,
but I know it won’t be smooth; we shall spend
caterpillar hours wriggling on duvets, that
butterfly into days on end, ordering in and
pretending that we have no jobs or friends.
Our unshaven legs will lie together in my
untidy rooms, and we shall watch our love
grow, as it blossoms and blooms, slow.
I shall beat my heart to the rhythm of you;
you can drum your ideas out to an irregular
tune on my back, with your fingernails proud,
drawing graffiti that heals, making sure I feel
your heightened passion. After a fashion, we
shall fall for each other, one row after another;
I will want to tell you things that can’t be said
in words that don’t exist yet, without you.
Comments
Doeslittle | June 17, 2008 - 23:52
Love 'caterpillar hours'. Some lovely lines.
Dynamaso | June 18, 2008 - 00:26
I really like the rhyming in this and some of the imagery you've employed. Great writing.
Dendrite | June 18, 2008 - 00:45
you can drum your ideas out to an irregular
tune on my back, with your fingernails proud,
drawing graffiti that heals,
A really unusual thought, but then, not really. Great poem.
jlb | June 18, 2008 - 11:12
Excellent, loved the last two lines
sunshine | June 18, 2008 - 21:15
excellent imagery which conveys the total surrender to what will be/is. Margot
The Chosen One | June 24, 2008 - 21:51
could read your words for hours..
x
CheleCooke | June 27, 2008 - 14:44
With my complete ineptitude for poetry, I can't really tell you exactly why I like this, but I adore it. It's beautifully true!