People Poems · CTP-0050
Love Poem for a Girl
Transcription
"If music be the food of love..."
Wait a minute now--to the ears of
a chef, this sounds off like hot
air, a fanciful spark, but nothing
of substance. Even a full course
meal will find us full of
a love more true, says I--but
love comes in degrees of profound
warmth, a rising heat, and the
kisses I would give you could
scarce be counted with the thermometer's
height, the love I would make with you,
my girl, would lick from low
to high, higher, higher still,
rising likethe frightful, flaming spire
of heaven that flourished proud Pharoah
to shame in the old Exodus--no:
to see the rising heat of my love
for you, girl, look in the morning
to the East, stare up straight
like the clock's hands come noon,
see it sail off, as I hold you close
in my arms, to make hot as it rises
on farther lands in the time of twilight,
and come with me as it rises for you,
in me, as we form stars like nebulas
in our sweltering night. And every day
will the sun of my love burn and light the way
for you to your home in my warm, sustaining embrace.