Ask me about the summer
I fell in love with someone
more blackberry bramble than girl.
Aching to be touched
but never talking about the thorns.
And me, all heavy handed
and too proud to acknowledge
the things I’d cut myself on.
I dreamt about juice
running down my chin
for months.
You liberate in me my feminine being, my most obscure and most hidden being. You make me soft (humanize, feminize,
animalize) like fur.
when she speaks the rain starts
and i know it wants me to cuddle her too
I still remember you
as a little girl
who overwaters plants
because she doesn’t know
when to stop giving.
I would let nothing of you go, ever.
It had occurred to me that all human beings are divided
into those who wish to move forward
and those who wish to go back.
Louise Glück, Faithful and Virtuous Night
We return to each other in waves. This is how water loves.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
— E. E. Cummings
Even if I now saw you
only once,
I would long for you
through worlds,
worlds, worlds.
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