Thursday, December 18, 2014

Still An Apprentice Valentine

Like the first line of a poem
he rushed into the restaurant
still in his pajamas dreaming
look the sun has come out
from a dark mountainous sky
to warm my back for a moment
I knew you loved me
the things of the world
insert here in the waist
of the poem we’ll need them later
when we have finally
grasped the gleam on the roof
another scrap of the Logos
but also my lover
as he came to the end
of the cross of the poem
and said to me smiling
the risk itself
outshines
the lines

1 comment:

William Keckler said...

Comments feel inadequate when one likes a poem. I like the poem.