Gifts of Love
I gave them to you
for your earlobes, your fingers. I gilded
the time on your wrist,
I hung lots of glittery things on you
so you'd sway for me in the wind, so you'd
chime softly over me
to soothe my sleep.
I comforted you with apples, as it says
in the Song of Songs,
I lined your bed with them,
so we could roll smoothly on apple-bearings.
I covered your skin with a pink chiffon,
transparent as baby lizards--the ones with
black diamond eyes on summer nights.
You helped me to live for a couple of months
without needing religion
or a point of view.
You gave me a letter opener made of silver.
Real letters aren't opened that way;
they're torn open,
torn, torn.
Created by
guccipiggy
Last modified
2005-03-17 09:04 PM
