The only man I have ever loved
Of breathing this world’s air
he knows of none.
With skin that went from tan to pale,
hair that went from dark to fair,
No one else will compare.
Eyes so earnest and true
Sang a siren’s song just for me,
twas the sweetest tune.
They are before me now
Even as I close my eyes
And the moon takes it’s bow.
Encore! Encore! I call out
I need to see your song again!
But he does not hear me, no matter how I shout.
For my cries fall on ears that could be dead
Buried deep beneath the ground
For how firmly they are deaf.
This man of my dreams,
(O a dream so wanted so sweet so real I have never felt,
it makes me weak and weep
in some quiet secret way I cannot explain
nor help)
Showed me what I had lost,
Though I never had known it was missing from me.
I held it for a moment in my hands
Before it fell, raining, evaporated away
It’s sound a wave I can not withstand
I fell and toppled down
And though I knew how to land such a fall
I still bled upon the ground
Blood that gleamed
Blood that seemed unearthly, heavenly,
Blood that made no sense to me.
He came, he (almost) was, he left
Our night of warm embraces
and love letters
Written in our longing language atop our faces.
We bared it all, though we never lay bare
Such a love has never
Touched me so, it left me with quite a scare.
O man of mine,
O I wish he would materialize
His essence is untraceable, indescribable
Though I sit here trying to write a poem
Silly girl, love is love
no matter what world,
and love is still another name for pain.
I long to see you again;
If you will, with a quill,
and ink made from the silver of my sigh,
Write the way to you.
Then I’ll listen to love songs
As I row my rowboat down the river of blue long,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of you
—a falling star— in between their lines
Do dreams come true?
Or to me have you never belonged?