Forgive Me
by Paul R. Davis
I spent love’s harsh coin
carelessly,
selfishly,
as if it would
be of higher value
bringing flowers and chocolate.
I, too, want the flexibility
of belonging,
the homing flight deep into your arms.
I want the knowledge
of our bed,
great ship of truth
that holds an ocean
aching for touch.
Shall I bring summer birdsongs,
the last flowers of autumn,
the fiery death of winter’s sun -
all in all swimming beneath our flesh?
My brain will pour out
for you more than
I can bear to speak,
my eyes as arrows to your longings.
I cannot rest
or die until my body
crumbles, flaking
into love, easy and soothing
as a comfortable chair.
But, you ask,
why do you not feel
the smooth stone
that I call love?
For I am caught, condemned,
animal with its best leg
trapped,
and I cannot spring the lock.
Crying, singing,
my words are ocean waves
that wither on the sand.
But further back,
beyond the cause of wind,
I live in the thought
of beginning,
in the first sight
of you,
when possibilities
were all that mattered,
when I could erase the world.
Forgive me my waste,
for now the sun is rising,
the dew calls me to
worship,
the door opens. I hope to
find you waiting, welcoming.
Writers Bio
Paul R. Davis lives in Central New York State with his wife, parrots and cats He enjoys operating model trains, philately, gardening, and preparing meals with his wife. His work has been published in The Comstock Review, The Externalist, Centrifugal Eye, The Good Men Project, PoetryRepairs, Halcyon, Oddball Magazine, Moon Magazine, Carcinogenic Poetry, Red Fez, Third Wednesday, and others. A simple inhalation and exhalation is life, and life itself is art. His poetic philosophy is: the joy of expression; the necessity of communication.
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