In  love,

Sames give

Gaining height.

 

Motionless

(Forgetful)

Yearn his glance here-

I’m timid

Under his firm eyes.

 

Newly unearthed, unclothed,

The first touch

Of my sleeping dreams

Woke fate.

 

So beautiful it made me weep

Vainly, I cried.

 

Lifting mountains

Creating valleys-

Joy!

He Praised the moon

As I sang with desire.

 

Joy.

Joy so pure

Twilight would rejoice

In our shadows.

 

Keen.

Keen beyond conceiving

Strictly

There he stood,

My dream.

 

Flesh was blood-

A mile uphill,

And I could only smile.

With a gasp.

 

Scorning

Made me move through his anger.

Motions:

Forward

Backward

Side by side.

 

Arms extended humbly

Between foe and friend,

Between the foolish and the wise,

Immeasurable impatience…

Hold me closer.

 

Flames

Caused my will to climb

naked, bare, hungry

shoulders pulled against the dark.

 

Sorrow:

Look,

You’re still a foe.

 

Let us join blood and flesh.

Imagination-

A drug…

Giving a heart,

A mind.

 

Though dull, you taste bright

Though bitter, you are sweet.

 

Truth-

I say-

Love his soul!

Love him whole.

 

http://www.napowrimo.net/ NaPoWriMo prompt for day 26. Erasure poetry inspired by E. E. Cummings’ poem “My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love” which can be found here: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15405.