what a sweet man. i'm glad he's my valentine.
on this day of love, i am hungover & tired & generally cloudy but here's an amazing valentine from the 1880s
my favorite angel is the little queen bee right in the front. i bet there's a spot from him on rupaul's drag race.
a poem for the day
aint love funny
i take my heart to the sun & it's become transparent
a filter
a gel
shine any light i see through this light of mine & every place is colored a me-colored color
i fold it, carry it in my jacket, in my purse, wherever it fits.
fold & unfold & refold & photocopies make it spread
aint no one eaten this paper heart yet
aint no one thrown it away
aint no one folded it into a paper airplane & made it soar over the earth
aint no one exchanged it like money or a check
aint no one but me remember the shape & the size by touch
i love this funny heart, beating weakly in my pocket
rhythm life pumping blood pumping good
it unfolds & swallows people whole, uncovers itself & gets blown around like the most beautiful cloud there could ever be
dont take my heart
you cant cage this heart
it may be small but its mighty & its afraid
you cant ever hold this heart
because this heart only has one life, one shape, one time to be & its only home is my hands
stand back, take your look & feel free to touch
but dont take
just give the gift of recognition & memorize its tempo
and sing it softly, steadily back
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment