poetry for love

asking poem


bring to me

your one bent eyelash

your windowsill ponderous moments

your uneven breath

bring me your racing palms

your slow fingers

your favorite recipe

my face to yours

your tears of joy

your even breath

your uneven socks

your ideas, old and new

the lettering of your name

your strangest ways

your ability to see

your best impression of someone I don't know

your ferocious appetite 

I bow

I ask

with a runny nosed sense of 


I ask for your gifts

not for me

for this 




revealing yet nurturing

this light I have to 

shine towards your 

forms of beauty 

to guide you 

in the darker


I ask

that you bring me

something of you





Juliet Loranger