To My Beloved

To My Beloved

A Poem by I.R.

The one I love is hiding in the forest

Like a deer that rushes from bushes

Only to strike me fast and gently

 

Across my chest, leaving a small

Wound from which my heart

Will peek, its flame sighing

 

Through the lovely gash; for my

Beloved is also a little arsonist,

Showing me I’m loved in darkness

 

And that for an instant, just that second

When he appears in the night, he loves

Me beyond the grain of sand falling down.

 

 

© 2010 I.R.


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