Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Tell me,
She says,
You’re a poet
But I am not sure
Words are a weaker medium
Than bodies
Or sounds
Or night
The way you recount
Your day to me
Slowly rebraiding my hair
Carefully rolling cigarettes
Or how whispers find
Their way into 
The inner chambers
What do I tell you jaan
I am learning about poems
From you and Neruda
And the protective eyes of waitresses
Yes, learning all over again
Love takes time
So I put in time
With these poems
And poems
And time

Are great dance partners

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