It's too late for me to write a love poem for you
I am afraid I've fallen too far for words,
It's too late for me to sing a love song to you
You see, I'm hoarse with fifty years of tears
All cried in one long, lonely night.
I could pretend that I can skim the surface
Of this love I feel for you. Deny it away,
Philosophize it away, Evolutionize it away.
But it sits so deep in my belly, in my bones
Night and day, forcing me to remember.
And over, over and over, I ask myself what is real,
This brutal world, this struggle to breathe
This dark end to the ten thousand year dream,
Or you. Heart to mind and mind to heart.
You. Loving you skin to skin until the utter end.
© 2006 J.L.Stanley