Texts: moving towards you, strona 2

Shyly he asked you if he could write you

poems

Can't remember her reply

I said Nothing is worse than unwanted poems

In the Navy you may be prosecuted for

Unwanted poems or rather sending

Or speaking through unwanted poems

Poor poetry! I always wanted to write

That poem entitled Unwanted Poems

Maybe I've gone and done that as the unwanted poet put it

But look at the snow as gift: hated by commuters

snow is finally loved and compared to poetry

there's an economy to snow-hatred

Finally, snow lightens worlds like (your) teeth

in your smile as you accept my perhaps necessary poems

(in: In Memory of an Angel, 2017, p. 79)

And oh the difficult languages!

and oh the easy languages!

Then you left.

When you were a boat

and I was a boat

We hid so much and so well we were finally

unable to find ourselves at all

Yes we left the keys

Your fingers were our cathedral

because everything you did was sacred to me -

(in: A Memeory of an Angel, 2017, p. 66)

Talking Poetry