"Who are wise in love, love most, say least." --Tennyson
For this birthday
I will give you words:
having left me, they will dry
as flowers shrinking in a vase.
Perhaps one day when
one of us remembers the other
we will be moved
to touch these petals, remembering
perfume, softness, and life.
I had an analogy prepared
where we are free
radicals igniting at contact;
In my mind we are
flashover.
In morning when winter
has reached us
we are quiet
and this heat burns away
only metaphors.
For this birthday
I will give you this heart;
having left me
it will beat softness and life
when one of us remembers the other