January 17, 2012

Poem: The Word

I just want to be able to say it.

I sometimes practice saying it in the mirror.

I say it to my face..my hips..my body...my hair...my crooked smile...and my dainty mole...

I say it to my mother..my father..my brother...but it's just not the same.

I say it to my writing...because in it there is "it"..."it" lives.

I say it to God. Because God knows how much I want to say it again.

Because God is "IT"...the ultimate manifestation of it

God is preparing for me to stay "it" again..

and again.

and again.

*sigh*

I want to say it.

I say it to myself, softly. To remind myself that I am "it" and I deserve "it".

Oh...I just want to be able to say it.

I want to be able to say "it"

...and say it again

..and again, Boy, do I want to say "it".

I fall asleep, head on pillow...and look at the empty one next to me

and I say "it"

Over and over again...I say "it".

I just wanna be able to say "it"

And mean "it".

I want to say "it"

Sing "it"

Live "it"

And roll around and bathe in the fragrance of "it".

I wanna look at you...and feel "it".

I mean, really feel it

And say it

With all the power that is in me...

Say it...

And mean it

And as it comes from my lips

It adheres to your heart

My words

Those words

The word

Love.


1 comment:

  1. I knew the word was LOVE before i got to the end. This was beautiful. Loved it!

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