"Just like two saints or priests or nuns
my true love and I lay without touching."
- Leland Bardwell
We spend our days in rooms
full to the brim with sunlight;
yet these beams are a barrier,
blocking us from each other.
This, our celestial dance,
has become the familiar;
a perfect orbit, no clashes,
no more can be said about it.
I remind myself that our love
is better, softer, purer than others.
Yes, our love's bed sheets
are bright and white and clean and flat.
Still... I find myself touching things,
knowing your fingers have been there before;
try to lift their prints from paper, pens...
and rub them into my skin, let them sink in.
And at night I dream. I dream
of a dismantling; a collapse of the sun
and her beams... that you will come to me,
carrying your touch - your fingertips
so heavy with it: all, and only, for me.
I wake with their weight on my lips,
the memory of the dream whispering:
"His kiss... his kiss... his kiss..."

Comments
littleditty | September 6, 2010 - 11:11
brilliantly told, beautiful poem -well done magic xx
MistakenMagic | September 6, 2010 - 11:18
Thank you, ld! Glad you enjoyed ;)
Magic xxx
Curse of 222 | September 6, 2010 - 12:23
i concur...beautiful! the idea of lifting fingerprints in the forth stanza is fantastic.
jason
MistakenMagic | September 6, 2010 - 12:25
Cheers Jason! :) That image is one of my favourites too!
Magic xxx
Beeme | September 6, 2010 - 13:18
I think this is stunning Magic! Beautiful imagery, I also love the fingerprinting image. I also really like the idea of the sunlight becoming a barrier! More than well done on this one :-)
Beeme xx
MistakenMagic | September 6, 2010 - 13:24
Thank you, Beeme! Glad you like those images :)
Magic xxx
maggyvaneijk | September 6, 2010 - 13:58
Stunning! I love how you've used the simple objects in the room to say something deeper about their love. I particularly enjoyed:
I find myself touching things,
knowing your fingers have been there before;
try to lift their prints from paper, pens...
and rub them into my skin, let them sink in.
There's such a delicacy to your writing. It's a pleasure to read.
MistakenMagic | September 6, 2010 - 14:02
Thank you so much, Maggy, for such a lovely comment! I guess this poem was about a raw sort of love, I didn't want to overdo it with elaborate imagery - so I'm glad you think I've pulled it off ;)
Magic xxx
darkenwolf | September 6, 2010 - 16:28
Their essence fills everything and each little object holds its own memory. Fantastic as always magic - sometimnes i think you read my mind.
;)
MistakenMagic | September 6, 2010 - 16:35
Ah, well writing about love is reading the minds of the masses, Bruce ;) Glad you like this one!
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | September 6, 2010 - 17:43
This is wonderful, Magic, as most certainly, the cherry endorses;-)
I too love the way you have used the mundane, ordinary things in life to enhance your imagery.
Also the 'astronomy' reference works really well.
My favourite stanza, this one:-
"This, our celestial dance,
has become the familiar;
a perfect orbit, no clashes,
no more can be said about it."
Tina xxx
MistakenMagic | September 6, 2010 - 17:44
Thank you, Tina! I couldn't resist returning to astronomy imagery ;)
Magic xxx
Kahdai | September 6, 2010 - 18:41
Your celestial dances & orbits has become familiar to me too, Ii really like when you explain love this way Magic :) & understand the special kindof never touching love, xxxK
lenchenelf | September 6, 2010 - 18:48
Very prettily done, you've maintained control over structure, tension and passion, while lending an element of the eternal or timelessness in your imagery :-) atb Lena xx
MistakenMagic | September 6, 2010 - 19:24
Thank you, Kahdai! :) Happy you can relate to this one!
Magic xxx
MistakenMagic | September 6, 2010 - 19:25
'timelessness' - I like that idea, Lena! Thanks for your comment :)
Magic xxx
Kahdai | September 6, 2010 - 20:18
Ofcourse, you always manage to make things sound like that Magic! Infinite & magical, thats one of the things Ii like best, as am in contented awe of infinity & magic! ;) K xxx
rjnewlyn | September 8, 2010 - 21:55
I concur about the astronomy - it works very well. The idea of separate orbits is a great image for love's confusion (and the idea of the collapsing sun that dream that never quite happens). Great stuff...
Rob
MistakenMagic | September 8, 2010 - 22:48
Thank you, Rob! Glad you liked that astronomy imagery as science has never been my strong point ;)
Magic xxx
luigi_pagano | September 10, 2010 - 10:03
All that can be said has been said, Rebecca. I can only add: 'Bravissima'.
Luigi xxx
MistakenMagic | September 10, 2010 - 14:09
Grazie mille, Luigi ;)
Magic xxx
vidit.chopra | September 13, 2010 - 19:22
"I find myself touching things,
knowing your fingers have been there before;
try to lift their prints from paper, pens...
and rub them into my skin, let them sink in.
And at night I dream. I dream
of a dismantling; a collapse of the sun
and her beams... that you will come to me,
carrying your touch - your fingertips
so heavy with it: all, and only, for me.
I wake with their weight on my lips,
the memory of the dream whispering:
"His kiss... his kiss... his kiss..."
Stunning lines and a stunning poem.
Another epic from the magic wand ;)
Well done!
MistakenMagic | September 13, 2010 - 20:11
Thank you, Vidit! Lovely to hear from you again ;)
Magic xxx
fatboy74 | October 20, 2010 - 22:42
Read this in the magazine and thought it was wonderful, richly evocative description and beautifully told with real skill. Fab. :-)
MistakenMagic | October 21, 2010 - 12:01
Thank you for coming back to find this one, fatboy74! Really glad you enjoyed :)
Magic xxx
JoseHdz | October 21, 2010 - 17:48
especially liked the last stanza..great job as usual.
cheers.
MistakenMagic | October 21, 2010 - 21:01
Thank you, Jose! :)
Magic xxx
kheldar | November 4, 2010 - 19:33
Absolutely beautiful
xx :--)
Nolan | November 10, 2010 - 21:08
One wonders what it is, “carrying your touch - your fingertips”. There is no substitute, what can it be? It can only be spiritual &&
Kahdai | November 10, 2010 - 21:14
sunbeams, maybe means the warm memories?
threeleafshamrock | April 2, 2011 - 13:36
Beautifully written...to old guys, like me, it sounds vaguely familiar...but I'd have to go back a bit..;)
Chris XXXX