Poem 16, June 16

A Poem of Love

A poem of love must be bolder

like the poet letting go in Solomon’s Song,

less play on words than cummings sought,

word more expressive than I loved you first.

A poem of love should be free of Eden’s thirst,

boundless in a heart versed in there ought

to be a defining, a feel right up close; no wrong

reflection in the eyes of its beholder.

A poem of love needs not say anything;

yet, speak silent like a quivering chin,

like a young bird’s first flying,

no fear of failing nor landing’s pain.

A poem of love is more of that sting

of trying, less of where have you been?

more of living than dying,

& just as welcome as cool rain

on hot flesh in times of drought.