How can I love thee

Oh love with bright eyes,

I come with hands empty — only

eyelashes, cheeks, and arms

brimming with hopes and dreams

hopes like fluttering butterflies

and dreams like knights and horsemen,

with courage but swords.

Only with these little hands can I love you

with coffeepots and teacups

with rain-soaked skin and dusty floors

with paw prints of  dogs

Only with songs of the stars can i love you

I paddled to the shores of the stellar

brought home

a pocketful of Tinkerbell’s dust and

a handful of Peter’s never land to give you

 

Fly with me

Across the clashing of thunderstorms,

past lilies and roses,

a flight inches from the sea,

through country roads, postcards, and mails

Only with stones and flames can I love you

with the wet grass under your head

and embers suspended in the air failing to reach the sky

Kiss me beneath the stars,

a kiss under the tunnels of stone

Only with the finger’s promise of staying can I love you

I am here in the morning

and at night, to listen to your

secrets and little deaths,

solitude and rain clouds

Watch your ebb and sinking ships only to rise again

For you come in the midst of my hurricane and cloudburst

To seed yourself in my heart

and grow unearthly special

and you make known to me what is light in the darkness,

you, my beloved one.

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