Friday, April 13, 2007

New Poem: Unconventional Love Sonnet #8

Unconventional Love Sonnet #8

What does it mean to say starlight warms
my skin? Or, I see myself growing old
with her? So much lies beyond the confines
of language. I say love, but what I mean

is ecstasy, communion, and surrender.
So little can be said, and yet we struggle
to find the words. Tonight I say I am missing
her, but what I mean is that my apartment

feels empty -- the absence of her scent, the
longing for her smile. Lacking a more subtle
language, we resort to the imprecision

of words. I say love, but what I really mean
is her touch takes me beyond myself, her
quiet eyes shine brighter than any star.

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