Wednesday, April 10, 2013

I Want (You)

I want
to trace my finger down the middle of your back,
then take your shoulders in my hands, just so,
the way I would in taking something perfect and warm from the oven.

I want to kiss you
in a way that can't be denied;
a way that turns the light outside our window
from late evening to early morning
just because of the touch of our lips.

I want to be gathered by you,
held by you,
made captive by you,
as the earth is to the sun.
I want it all to feel as urgent as air,
and as free as the scent of leaves unfurling.

I want my loving to have language; to say
joy--here it is.
pleasure--here it is.
My heart--
yours, only,

but all I say is, "Hi, sweetheart,"
hoping 
that you can hear the rest.
________

 

 

14 comments:

Sioux said...

And I' sure she can, Shay. (And if she can't, you can take the 14,987 poems you've written about her and beat her on the head with them. ;)

G-Man said...

Loving Longing Beautiful...

Daryl said...

the rest comes across loud and clear ... a touch is worth a bazillion words

Kerry O'Connor said...

I certainly hope she can - it would be a shame to think that all the rest might be wasted!

TexWisGirl said...

oh, this was beautiful!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So lovely - and loving. Oh, the longing! Especially love "as free as the scent of leaves unfurling." Wow.

hedgewitch said...

Beautiful and tender, as all your love poems, Shay.

Shawna said...

I love how you ended this. So true, the things that go unsaid. And all the while, THIS is what's underneath. :)

This is exactly how a good poet operates: "the way I would in taking something perfect and warm from the oven" ... By using comparisons that make the reader feel precise emotions and see exact images. The very best poets are completely in control of every word. Bravo for mastering the scalpel.

This is exquisite:
"I want it all to feel as urgent as air,
and as free as the scent of leaves unfurling"

I am so pleased to have opportunity to read your magnificent work almost daily. You are an astounding writer.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I kept waiting for the The Other Shoe of Irony to fall, but it never did. I loved this poem all the more for that.

Mama Zen said...

This feels so exquisitely pure. Just beautiful, Shay.

HermanTurnip said...

Very cool. The ending was simple, but extremely effective. That's the sort of prose that hits you Right. Here.

Lolamouse said...

Wow. This knocked my socks off (well, metaphorically-I'm barefooted!)

Lynn said...

That is so beautiful.

myheartslovesongs.com said...

{{{sigh}}}