Oh, What a Night

[llednyl]

I'm going to be mysterious and say that the only good thing to come of last night is that when I got home I couldn't sleep for more than a few hours, so this morning I watched the sunrise alone, the calls of mourning doves in the distance...

I was perusing my handwritten journal early this morning after my restless night and found a poem I'd copied down to save. It holds a certain nostalgia for me: you see, a couple years ago I dated a man who once came over unannounced simply to read it to me. It's absolutely gorgeous; I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

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somewhere i have never travelled

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands