I love you, Oh, I love you
not in the way I love long summer days
or the way petals unfold thin and sugary from peonies
No, I love you the way I love the
blood slurping through my veins
I love you the way I love
my lungs, folding and unfolding
wet and unseen
like a resting bird's wings and
I want you the way I want my eyelids to continue
to open and close, the way
I want to cut my hair off
after a long winter
Oh, I love you in a different way.
*I found this poem while reading through my 2005 archives today. I like it.
Excellent. A statement poem that resonates for me. You have a very strong personal voice.
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