Day Forty Five- 2/15/11 Write a Valentine's Day Poem for Ken

Day Forty Five: 2/14/11
New Thing: Write a Valentine's Day Poem for Ken   
Inspiration: Valentine's Day, Ken 
Cost: $0  
Time: About an hour  
Bottom Line: I will treasure Ken's poem forever.
Reflection: Ken has had alot of great suggestions for things to try for this experiment, one of which was to write each other sonnets for Valentine's Day.  Then we'd each post the results on our blog, as kind of a crossover.  Well, we ended up not writing sonnets, but we still wrote poetry. Ken's poem to me can be found here. My poem to Ken are based on the 5 senses.

 

taste

there are times when I just want a little taste.

a little something

that is more then what I have

on my plate. 

yet, you always seem to have  just the right thing

to satisfy my curiosity, and cleanse my pallet.

just the right amount to keep me satisfied.

and so, I take a little bite. and maybe one more.

touch

there are nights when I foolishly think about

what it would be like without you.

of course, this is the best way

to work myself up into a quiet frenzy.

gone would be so much—

the companionship with no more communion.

the bonds that would cease to grow

like plants with their root systems severed.

the bride without her husband.

the daughter without her father.

the soul without its mate. 

but the moment that the tears

force themselves out

come when I think about

being without your touch.

like the bread and the wine,

it is in the tangible

that love is truly known.

the hand that I squeeze

the lips that give me my clouds of kisses

the warm legs that I can chase under the covers with my icy feet.

the incarnation of the spirit I love.

the temple that my love lives in

that I must touch.

sight

you don’t believe in “love-at-first-sight”

and it’s true that that

was not our style.

not our story.

yet, there are moments

that I have witness in you

acts of such beauty—

the kind that delights the eyes,

and makes them wish

that the sight they behold

would burn into their retina

and they could see you

like a picture negative

whenever they blink.

blink

you hold the door for a small child and smile sweetly to them.

blink

you on one knee in the rain on your porch

blink

you, the light at the end of the aisle

blink

you straining in pleasure

blink

you holding a new little light  looking back at you

blink

you dancing with the small one in our little house

I would hold my eyes shut tight

to see you always before me

if not for missing what you will do next.

smell

I fell that as a species,

we have reached the zenith

of banal songs

in which the singer professes that they

have been left “breath-less”

by their lover. 

you, my darling,

do not leave me breathless.

You leave me feeling

as though I have just taken the deepest

fullest

most life giving breath

that I have ever known.

the breath the yogies spend lifetimes

trying to perfect.

with you,

I never have that which is necessary for life

sucked out of me.

I am never left gasping,

as a fish without water,

a ship with a lagging sail.

with you

it is though I have stepped outside

after a long winter

and I can smell spring on the air

and I fill my lungs

because I know that hope

is on the wind.

sound

the first time

I ever really thought

I had said something truly witty—

it was when I told a joke

that made you laugh in a full body way.

I may have said something funny in my life

before that moment,

but who can say for sure?

the first time

I ever truly heard the city at night.

I was in your arms

and did not feel scared.

the first time

I ever heard you profess you love.

my heart was racing,

yet I felt strangely calm.

as though those words

had be written on my heart

and were finally spoken into existence.

you are what my memory sounds like.

you are the sound of memory itself.