Friday, December 18, 2009
If you give me a whiff of where you are - what you are seeing -
Are you standing under the Brooklyn Bridge looking back at Manhattan? Your second story bedroom window at dusk watching the Amherst Hills go amber? Sweating, painting under summer noon sun on the Cape, waves lapping behind you? -
And if you drop a crumb about how love is for you right now at this moment, where you are - far away? very close? -
I will devour your poem, every morsel, looking up each word I don't know in the dictionary, savoring the taste, licking my lips. Groom with it - like a cat, spreading flavor of tongue out on fur, enjoy more later.
The music is Handel's Messiah.