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 

curiousity

I ask for your gifts

not for me

for this 

light

soft 

warm

revealing yet nurturing

this light I have to 

shine towards your 

forms of beauty 

to guide you 

in the darker

days

I ask

that you bring me

something of you

 

 

 

 

Juliet Loranger