Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Love Me

Love me.
Do it by post,
semaphore,
or even by foot messenger.
(By the way,
I've moved.)

Poor drowsy tippler,
so sad for so little reason.
There are only a smattering of countries.
Don't you see, we can hardly avoid crashing into one another
at some point
if only we stop looking.

Remember when I read you
the poem about the falconer?
The widening gyre, and all of that?
You'll remember Yeats better for the way I recited it
with my tongue in your ear
and my finger lightly circling with every syllable.

One day, not soon,
I'll be giving myself a manicure with a jack knife,
having forgotten all my softer ways, when your signal will arrive.
Send love, little sparrow.
Send me your heart with a red silk ribbon tied around it.
Time is pitiless, and I need a tangible token
to prove that someone, once, looked for me

Even though I'm the way I am--
just bones and scrimshaw
in a language that whales know, and sing, and go...
to find harpoons that only hit us when we rise.
________

for Get Listed at Real Toads.



11 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Love how this gradually builds power as it goes, till in the end, it washes everything over, inward and away. The last stanza takes away the breath. ( I also like the jack knife manicure.)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Ow. That harpoon hit my heart. Utterly gorgeous, and sad, and breathtaking writing, as only you can do.

Susie Clevenger said...

Oh, my.. I can't put it any better than hedgewitch. "Time is pitiless, and I need a tangible token to prove that someone, once, looked for me." That really speaks to me. I am having some PTSD episodes lately. I had one on the cruise. I was in the middle of a crowd and I felt invisible. I felt if I screamed no one would hear or notice me.

Cloudia said...

"Love me.
Do it by post,
semaphore,
or even by foot messenger.
(By the way,
I've moved.)"

Wow. Says so much. and Procol Harum!! Just...wow!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Poignant: "Send love, little sparrow.
Send me your heart with a red silk ribbon tied around it."

Kerry O'Connor said...

So sad and so beautiful. This is poetry to make a person weep all over.

grapeling said...

I can't say it better than Hedge (nor ever could, of course) ~

said...

Chills, all over the place, from the closing.

said...

I didn't think it was sad. Sexy as Jello, though. (And I'm pretty into Jello.)

I love you, for the record.

said...

Happy Groundhog Day, sweetheart.

Mama Zen said...

That third stanza is so hot and brilliant it's just not fair!