Love Poem #1
I had a lover who moved like the ocean over me.
And like the sea, he couldn't decide to stay or go.
So he, like the waters, did both, all day every day.
I burn with patience, waiting for his return.
He moves in with a torrent upon me and I turn away.
I am the moon, exerting a pull I do not understand.
One night we grew close,
me, the sharp shining moon,
and he, the warm willowy waters.
Intertwined, we told each it other it was hopeless.
But he kept rolling over me, even the dark side,
and I kept lighting his waters,
until one day he flowed out to the open ocean where
there was only the expanse, and only the moon could be seen in the sky:
His vast open waters, grabbing, clinging to the shore,
and my rim of light upon those waters.