Archive for January, 2014

Stamped with Forever

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 21, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

I Will send you this letter. It’s stamped with

Forever; and this memory box is full of

Hope. The longing in my heart is so specifically for

You. And a magic hour has more meaning than I knew it

Could. Rather than that amorphous thing I used to

Love…it glows, a burning hot ember within

Me.

What the Sea Has to Say

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on January 18, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

And now the dam burst open and I won’t be still,

no matter what anyone does, no matter what you do,

I can make waves with you, I can make waves because

I know you aren’t going to stop me, you aren’t going to

wall me up, no Amontillado, no closure.

Let’s be wide open, let’s be far apart and close together,

a rip current of joy, let’s make surfers happy, let’s

close this gap and be real together, really together.

The depths aren’t scary if we swim alongside,

the shallows are just as interesting, and

if you aren’t sure, we can ride along, tethered to one another,

and see what the sea has to say about things.

No Color

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 18, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Nowhere near perfect, but I can’t capture perfection in words…

 

I bet you thought that I had no poetry for you,

it’s been long enough to warrant it, but here’s the truth:

I’ve saved it up for this occasion, I’ve saved it up for

just this time, when you’re away and won’t read it,

till after you know how I already feel for you.

Or maybe I’m wrong and you’ll know

right away how I feel, you’ll know that you’re–

(I guess I realized,

I guess I realized that you’re–)

my magic hour, my favorite place in time,

my special die, my favorite face, the best thing in my life,

and you’ll ignore it, to be polite,

you’ll forget these words on sight,

but you should just remember

that these words came on cue to

keep in time with a song that came from you.

These words came just in time to

keep the cue, sent from you.

And RoseArt also doesn’t

And Derwent also doesn’t

And Prismacolor still doesn’t have

A color for your eyes.

And no one has a color for our love,

No color for your eyes…

Bread (the thing I want)

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , on January 17, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

You tempt like a fresh-baked loaf of bread,

warm and yeasty and full of holes,

and I don’t care anymore about what it might do to me.

I want you: you joyful thing, you cake of angel,

you vanilla god. I want to be satisfied by you.

What is your shelf life? Can I can you? Can you

help me to preserve this? Because this moment

is beautiful, and you are beautiful, and I want

this to last forever. I’m not so Zen, I don’t want

longing, I want satisfaction. I want you.

So, will you stay? Be my kin, be my love.

I can’t bake for one, I can’t live for one.

If I were to tempt you, how would I appear?

Am I the wine to your flesh? Could I slake

your dry throat before your lecture?

Be my bread, the thing I want,

not what I need,

be ever-present, be timeless.

Be mine, and rise beside me.

Today, or Always

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , on January 17, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

Today.

I looked at the expanse of the lake and I saw you standing

on the southern shore, beckoning over the ice, calling me

to the warmth of another place and another time, a time just past

or just to come, a place where we could make our lives singular,

a home of some sort: a kind of happy thing.

Yesterday.

I wondered what the hell you were thinking,

secreting things away in the old oaks off the highway,

and showing things, to squirrels that weren’t me,

Showing them parts of you I haven’t met yet,

and wonder if I will: a kind of sad thing.

Tomorrow.

We see chemtrails and ticker tape, because nothing

is meant to last, not our bodies at least, but we can

love each other long enough to be on the same side of the lake,

to walk the same path, through the woods, through today and

tomorrow to something beyond: a hopeful thing.

Always.

The future is never here, never now, never north

or south, just distant, and I won’t let distance stop this.

I’m not afraid to climb, swim, cross that ice,

snowshoe, ski, or hike to you, because I know what my

journey is: the destination. You.

Warm as Heaven

Posted in poetry with tags , , , , , , on January 17, 2014 by Sarah aka Sarjé

It’s cold as hell, but I’m warm as heaven,

listening to you through our crossed lines, our

little memories, our little lives and little deaths,

and the messages of love along the wires.

I can’t forget your face, the glimmer in your

too-blue view, the way I feel after our lips meet.

If you’re reading this, you’ll know the truth finally.

I fell right off the tower, I dropped like a stone into

the waters of you, and I’m drowning

until you return.