Friday, August 19, 2011

Love poem on the Ache of Missing Life


The Ache of My Imagination
       -a love poem
Lace, holding our son in the mirror,
                                                         wait.
I walk, sweat for the summer my only
                                                         sojourner
and company, until the sounds of giddy
                                                         laughter
greets me. The ritual of a ten thousand
                                                         years,


much like the kiss and the meals I have
                                                         cooked
for you and you me. I cross the weather
                                                         stripping
just place to save energy and keep us
                                                         cool.
My son, prompted by your excitement,
                                                         jumps.
To be home, the moment to be forgotten
                                                         within
the long process of time, repeated many
                                                          stories
Created and told, but it here our prodigy
                                                          powers
the life we live. You are the woman
                                                          born
millions of time in my imagination,
                                                          poor
as it is to hold onto the wonder of our
                                                           love.

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