Monday, May 16, 2011

Love Poem



Sweetheart, please,

Come up the narrow stairs

To the white door I keep propped with books--

Anna Karenina

Keeping You A Secret

Collected Poems.



My room is dark and cool.

The bed is brass.

The comforter is white and textured.

It is a place of lavender and wood,

Paper and dreams.



Darling, do you know,

My bones are only old rolled pages

Spilling words like sparrow bones onto a velvet cloth.

Please, come,

Tell my fortune with your fingers.

Make the sun go down with your kiss.



Sweetheart, I understand

Why you cannot stay here in my woven dusky nest.

What I wouldn't give to close gently around you,

To cover you,

To protect you with every word I ever wrote.

Still, my love,

You are the only one invited here...

And though you leave,

Believe me, you always remain.

________

for magpie 66

bottom photograph: Sheetal Sheth from The World Unseen

33 comments:

Jinksy said...

I think everybody would hope to be loved in such a way...

Ann Grenier said...

Ah, this one I get :) Beautiful. I recently started to reread Anna Karenina but didn't progress far; thanks for reminding me.

hedgewitch said...

Le sigh.

Another one for the collection. "my bones are only old rolled pages.." but they tell a neverending story of what it is to love even the very tiniest dust mote in the sunbeam that falls on a particular head.

A very beautiful film clip, also.

Kristen Haskell said...

Tempting and alive with love and loving...

Helen said...

Exclusivity ~ the best!!

Reflections said...

A wonderful calling forth, sharing with 'the one' that special place within each of us. Beautifully shared.

Brian Miller said...

tell my fortune with your fingers...that is hot shay....

verseinanutshell said...

What a excellent description! I love it. Thanks. My magpie: http://verseinanutshell.wordpress.com/2011/05/16/open-book/

Friko said...

I am not sure if you are declaring your love for books or a lover here?

Fireblossom said...

Friko,

I do love books, but this is for a person. ;-)

Sioux said...

Shay---

What a lucky woman she is...to have that bit of poetry written about her.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So wonderfully loving, beautiful and tender........"spilling words like sparrow bones onto a velvet cloth". Whoa! Just lovely.

Miss `Chievous said...

I love every word that you have weaved, especially the line, "Come up the narrow stairs

To the white door I keep propped with books-".

And I love your blog layout and font. Keep it coming.

Rene/ Not The Rockefellers said...

"make the sun go down with your kiss"

damn, Shay...

brenda w said...

Love shines through the lines of this poem. I'm eating up "my bones are only rolled pages." Exquisite.
~Brenda

Lolamouse said...

Your description of your room sounds like heaven. "Tell my fortune with your fingers" is just about the hottest sentence I've read in quite some time (and the last one was probably another one of yours!)

Mama Zen said...

This is exquisite.

HermanTurnip said...

Wow. Rare are the moments when the perfect words find themselves exposed and memorialized. *Very* moving. For this one, the beer's on me!

Cloudia said...

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HyperCRYPTICal said...

I do like this!

Anna :o]

jen revved said...

I especially love the room. We are to a great extent our rooms, yes? I've been reading at the Vida site about women and interiority-- would love your take. xxxj

Susannah said...

Beautiful!

Raven said...

Your words rain upon my soul leaving indelible marks that infuse me with pure joy.

moondustwriter said...

To close gently on the object of ones love - mmm
you say it perfectly Shay

Lynn said...

A lovely love poem...

Tess Kincaid said...

I adore the notion of bones being rolled pages. Gorgeous.

Daryl said...

Lovely .. and Bobbs Merrill .. the memories that evokes

ileana said...

How sensual and sentimental. I love how it ends and then of course this part:

"Tell my fortune with your fingers. Make the sun go down with your kiss." Sexy!

blueoran said...

Reams of longing here ... another Fireblossom to press into the pages of the book of the heart. It's interesting how your ferocities invert into such plush welcoming at moments like this. - Brendan

ayala said...

I love it!

ds said...

Wonderful! Bones as rolled pages; telling fortunes with fingers...and yet part of you is here, will always be here...
Ahhhh.

haikulovesongs said...

oh, this is one of my favorites! i'm longing to be invited to a room like this!
d

Heaven said...

Sweet longing and romantic though sad ~