Him (for M.F.)

I can't believe how much I love him

   don't stop these spells of static stirrings

   won't wash it away, like sleep

   in my succint shower...

 

And still I absorb

the absolute-arrangements of him,

the bear-bulk hulk of him

so I swoon,

   aroused with naive-named niceties

   ceremonial dreams of touchable torches...

Yet still I am overcome,

by flagrant fuels, aflow

ever the more juvenile

for who am I / to have

   the grand spectacles of him...?

 

I can't imagine why I love him so

   can't begin to convince or list it

   don't keep this leaping lush of laden love

   ungoverned / inside...

I won't ignore it

I can not hide

I want to tell him

   like laughter spreads its joy

   he's a riddle to be reveled in,

I know the questions

known the answers I want to see...

 

It is he that silences

the noise of me,

it is he that revises

the mistakes of me,

it is he that spends

the worth of me,

it is he that lifts up

the truth of me

 

I can't believe

I can't begin

how much I am

                          in love with him...

Reviews

[Penny Ellen]

"It is he that silences
the noise of me,
it is he that revises
the mistakes of me,"

That is so powerful. It's like being hit in the face with what he means to the narrator (you?)

[Kris Tate]

I can see the love and the attraction in this piece. I love the last bit
"I can't believe

I can't begin

how much I am

in love with him..."
It stirs the soul, I know this kind of love.