Thursday, March 12, 2009

love

it is careful.
a delicate, precise
placement of flowers,
arranging a bouquet.
setting a glass down with care.
keen eyesight knowing where
lines and angles
meet perpendicular.
it is slower
than traffic
and busy small talk.
than the drag
putting out the final light.
it is mixing cobalt with ash
to make the sea
and its breeze
brushing past
every noticed hair.

i'm slower than the rest to say hello. but i have not fallen behind.
i have been waiting for you this entire time.

1 comment:

Me. said...

I like the perfect of this.