Our Love


from the ABC set The Poet Who Fell in Love

"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..."

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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