Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Dear Perfect, Sweet, and Blessed

Dear perfect, sweet, and blessed present lover,
dear rusty nail of my own drifting anchor,
dear kind, angelic, eager, ruddy face,
dear wrap of balmy arms that fit around me better
than a tailored waist, dear simple soul,
dear precious, optimistic, soon-spent grace,

I love you,
I love you,
I love you, so come on, calm down,

be honest with yourself.
How many does it take to make a lie—
to tell it and to hear it,
to think it and believe it,
to make it real?

Be honest with yourself,
my love, my dear thick-headed heavy-handed wide-eyed love,
and lie with me.