Monday, April 8, 2013

spring (en route)

spring (en route)

when the world is puddle-wonderful
[in Just-], e. e. cummings

this is what we wait for

(like a reaching word
from a long-lost lover)

on the other side of winter
relentlessly cold & gray

this warm sunshine caress fulfilling
the aching of our hibernating chests

longing for the return

because we cannot forget
e. ecummings
children’s Siren voices
new blossoms & balloons

that first touch
after long separation

so when spring finally sweeps over me
it says to me what i want to say to you
through pollen-dusted lips against your ear:

i gave you the Milan Kundera novel
because i was looking for some way to say ‘i love you’
i was afraid ‘i love you’ just wasn’t enough.”

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