Love and Words

There awoke in me, on a night enlightened by
magnificent starlight, fancies for poetic pursuit in
the name of love. And of this, an autumn-haired,
spring-eyed beauty of sweet unawareness.

I became a romantic, for all intents and purposes,

and bowed as a knight to his maiden in waiting.
I was taken. I was subdued and held prisoner—
I was willing.

In her heart were the moist soils of Eden, full of music

not heard since the day love was cast upon the world.
I took her hand and splashed the grass with my melting,
saw angels under the gospel of her voice.

I was no longer just a man, but a vessel for poetry.

And I finally knew what it was to be alive:
To inhale love, to exhale words, to truly breathe—
like a sonnet venturing from the page.


(From the books Kairos and 10 Love Poems)