Love Song to a Clean, Quiet, New Writing Space
Dear, beautiful, unobtainble one,
I would adore you
and treat you so well
if only you were mine.
We would make such
beautiful magic
together.
Pay no heed
to that cluttered
kitchen table,
a bitter lover
from my past.
She means nothing to me,
I assure you.
She is just a place to stack
and lose important objects.
But you, you my love
will remain unblemished
and sacred.
Do not listen
to the complaints
of the writing desk
stored in the basement,
still waiting for me
to clear enough space
to bring it upstairs.
I do not have eyes for it.
‘Twas a passing fancy
that could never capture my heart
like you do.
O precious one,
please be mine
and go with me
on fantastic adventures
without ever leaving this room.
Oh how I long to luxuriate
in your blessed silence.
How I yearn to dream with you
of magnificent untold tales.
How I ache to be alone with you
and run my fingers across
your smooth surface.
I would give anything to have you, darling.
And I would visit you every day,
our time together
sweeter than wine.
Please wait for me, beloved,
until the day I can possess you.
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“Oh how I long to luxuriate
in your blessed silence.”
Really loved those lines, and the whole poem. This was a joy to read.