Coupled Love Poems in "Lines"
An Honest Lie (I)
All it takes is an honest lie.
Love be not deaf nor blind,
Nor care much for truth;
Into vision, and into mind,
With the memory of youth,
An image upon another’s eye.
It takes just an honest lie
For the world to close in,
In a world drifting apart.
Under a blanket, often thin,
A world lost within the heart
Is made of the air: its own sky.
A garden spider is love,
Marching silently across
Leafy and silken threads.
Filament in love tossed
reach, and wind-threshed,
Siting upon air, rests above.
Their is more in one’s eyes
Of setting than of identity:
Nearly as certain as we die
Do we live dependently.
Love is another honest lie;
We trust love as we do sight.
An Image (II)
Smiling eyes of a deeper blue
remain uneasily above
an unmoved expression
carved into soft marble;
Walking with Eurydice’s
silent feet.
As sweet a sight as a tree
among concrete,
were her eyes whirling
Then briefly glancing;
A simple glare of light
in flight.
An image always renewed,
A fragment and dream,
Moves without direction
In landscapes advancing;
Walking with Eurydice’s
silent feet
Yet there is nothing to see,
looking upon love.
Neither the sun of morning
Nor the veins of marble;
Less than a glare of light
in flight.
Love, or the Thought Thereof
I never really engaged in any relationships while I was younger and in school. In high school I was pretty enamored with a girl, who might have been somewhat interested in me, we were friends, but I never found the courage to ask. Thats not love, clearly, but, outside familial love, I think it was the closest I had ever come. I became less socially involved, generally speaking, as I got older, and consequently never took part in the conventions of courting as I aged (in high school particularly).