I keep coming back to
I love you more than I can tell you
And more than that
The charge between us a secret neither of us knows
I love you more than I can tell you
You could be my second moon
The pull between us a secret neither of us knows
And if my heart were large enough
You could be my second moon
And all my body would tend towards you
And if my heart were large enough
We would pull side by side into an orbit
All my body would swell towards you
And space would curve
We would pull side by side into an orbit
That no one can solve
And space would curve
And more than that
What no one can solve,
What I keep coming back to
I had fun with pantoums today -- a hypnotic form to work in, or to read. This is the best of them, though I'm not sure how good it really is.
Read about pantoums. Read about what no one can solve. Read about how much Rebecca likes my sister's paintings. (Wendy sold Crocuses -- hurray!)
Rebecca, what do you think, is this poem Mystic Wild Parabola enough for you? I always meant to write a response to that poem, and I think this might be it.
I can see you're having fun with forms.
Third body problem? Where's the third body?
Congratulations to Wendy on selling "Crocuses". I wish I could afford to buy "Daffodils"!
Oh, definitely. :)
Wendy tells me she did not sell "Crocuses" after all -- but has moved a couple of other paintings. Have a look. www.sitehouse.net/wendyewell