LJ Idol Week 4

[anamacha]

I wrote this poem in response to the LJ Idol challenge for Week 4. The subject was "The One I Love," which should come as no surprise to anyone with a calendar and a sense of Western "holidays."

Although I was sure I wanted to post a poem this time, this was a tough decision for me -- to post this one, or to post a different poem I wrote about there being One Love in the world.

I opted for this -- it is actually a reworking of a poem I wrote some time ago. The inspiration for my first work was drawn from the works of one Jose Saramago, a Portugese writer who happened to win the Nobel Prize for literature in 1998.

water over whispers

Let us close the door
behind us,
shut the world away.

Slowly, slowly, off
slip our clothes.

It is as if gods
were releasing their essence
we are those gods,
you and I
deep in the eyes
our arms raising.

Hush --
let us do without words
only sighs
only whispers
only glances
only touches
soft and gentle

Before you, someone made the Earth
and the moon
and the comet,
fire in the pitch of space.
What will we make, you and I?
a rush of blood and water,
a tropical sun,
moonrise over a mountain
mighty river's murmur
in her bed.

The gods watch over us.
Time himself attends us,
standing stock still.
Even their keen stares cannot hold back
the first word we speak:

Everything.