and he thought, everyone should have a Love of My Life, to be able to write love poems to them, like this one:
Blessing The Wounds
You sent me alone to the concert hall
Where only half the notes played
Until the music discovered your face—
Your smile alive, in the smiles of my friends.
You called to say you weren’t coming
But when I turn around, there you are,
Reflected on each one of my walls and
Weaved in the silky sheets that cover my bed.
I spread you on my morning bread,
Drink your sweat to calm my thirst.
My palms rest on your skin. My fingerprints
I press, branding forever your flesh.
Thirty days I walked, my eyes shut
And in the darkness of my steps
I follow the warmth of your breath
Through the desert to the valley beyond.
Blessing the wounds we’ve carried,
Our true love joins us in the search for home.
We learn leaving from some lovers,
Only one can teach us the way back.