I have waited for you
down back alleys,
along perilous cliff edges,
sighting you from afar.
I've built myself around your future words,
my ear attuned to your music
stretched over dim, distant decades
to a moment in time,
your sharp sun filled my horizon.
Glorious day & sweet, dark nights
with you,
unaware I had entered your orbit
too soon; you were burning burning.
Pieces falling into
place, swept away
by past pain in your eternal, infinite eyes,
those heavenly hazel eyes, not just on mine, but in them.
Love isn't just the beautiful, it's also the ugly
& Auden right: the best thing is to be the more loving one;
I don't need a return.
Love is my tiny act of rebellion.
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'Pieces falling into
place, swept away
by past pain in your eternal, infinite eyes,
those heavenly hazel eyes, not just on mine, but in them.'
beautifully worded dear poet!
really like the humility you wove within that last stanza's: worded defiance..
a great read, in my humble opinion
Humility and defiance are a good juxtaposition- thank you!
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