Love Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose,
or the arrow of carnations
the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things
are to be loved
between the shadow and the soul.
~ Pablo Neruda
I am reminded today of a need to be generous. To be generous of my time and spirit towards people important to me. To be generous to myself and the way I feel, be it anger or joy, to be generous to my own truths. To be generous in love and not hoard the fruits of my heart so closely that its only function is reduced to the essential yet menial task of pumping the blood to my limbs.
Bird in Mouth
I woke one morning to find your heart between my lips, moving like a little creature that knows it is caught. Imagine my horror to wake up with your heart in my mouth, its beat like the smallest firework.
I woke up so impossibly tangled with your legs, unable to move under the tent they made. I woke up under logs with a bird in my mouth, fluttering. I must have hunted it all night, as I slept, and caught it as the forest fell.
I woke up, and found that I do not want this so close to my teeth. It makes me not breathe.