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Edited on Sun Jan-13-08 06:30 AM by oktoberain
It's by a local poet, too--and a professor at my college. I feel so lucky to have the opportunity to meet and maybe even be taught by this man.
Want - James Harms, from Freeways and Aqueducts
I want nothing more than this:
to hear the blood in your hands when they touch my face; to listen at the edge of sleep to your breath grown steady; to fix the torn hem in your favorite dress before you return from a day of errands; to never seek your notice of the small ways, the slight repairs of love; to sear red peppers on a grill, the strips of steak, to pour the drinks and hear through the kitchen window the phone ring, your laughter; to love from a distance as you laugh; to fear truthfully, like a sparrow in the dark weeds, instead of hopelessly as I do when your image, for whole seconds, flickers loosely and vanishes, my mind a lit theater, the film on fire. to smile quietly when your back is turned, because it isn't time yet to say it again; to ache a little less in your absence; to feel the hush that follows rain as silence and not a figure for loss; to find your fingerprints in the soil of a house plant, to fill them with water; to want for all things but not for you; to know my wanting is a way of holding; to hold without hurting; to leave the windows open, to find a room filled with pear blossoms, to leave them there for days, to find them in your hair.
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