Sunday, July 02, 2006

Love Poem #4: Time Travel,
or Don’t Ask What Happened to Love Poem #3, or for that matter parts II and III of This Poem

I.
One night
I made the summer skyline stop changing.

the mountains were like
ripples in fabric
soft & explosive
and I reached up
from the ground
with my free hand
and tied the moon to the pine trees,
and I unraveled the stars
and threaded them through
our hands
so we would have light wherever we went,
and I unwrapped
the black blanket of the sky
and draped it over our shoulders
so we would keep warm

And the vast green heavens
were exposed above us
and it felt like we were falling

so we held each other,
the starlight tangled among our fingers.


Nanotyrannus
1:11:11 AM

8 comments:

Swales said...

This poem put some beauty into my bland day. Your love poems, no matter their number, always do.

Anonymous said...

barffffffff

Anonymous said...

WOW. i love you soo much. :-)
another amazing poem. thank you

Anonymous said...

and thus the gender line is drawn

Anonymous said...

Very pretty... I liked it. Much niceness.

Anonymous said...

I cant wait for "Love Poem #9"



I love the beatles.

Anonymous said...

I, for one, love the time posted.

1:11:11

Nanotyrannus said...

Haha. These are some of the funniest comments that I've ever recieved on a poem. Thanks.

Anon's #2 & 4: Wow, going back and looking at it, I'd have to say that I agree with you. Out of curiosity, though, were there any parts in particular that you hated, or was it just a general mushy cliche of bad-ness?