I read the poetry of Hafiz
and Rumi, Shakespeare and Neruda.
Hundreds of years a part.
Yet, they all write about you.
Nothing can I read about love
without seeing your face,
hearing your words,
and feeling your skin.
I have been conditioned
like a salivating dog,
to pair your being
with love.
(and rightly so, I'd say).
For your real life love
makes the poet's words
dance
and sigh with satisfaction.
And when I think of your love,
I imagine a love greater
than any ever written.
A bond so close,
it can't fit into poetic words.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
I read the poetry of Hafiz
and Rumi, Shakespeare and Neruda.
Hundreds of years a part.
Yet, they all write about you.
Nothing can I read about love
without seeing your face,
hearing your words,
and feeling your skin.
I have been conditioned
like a salivating dog,
to pair your being
with love.
(and rightly so, I'd say).
For your real life love
makes the poet's words
dance
and sigh with satisfaction.
And when I think of your love,
I imagine a love greater
than any ever written.
A bond so close,
it can't fit into poetic words.
May 5, 2014
