The Lover’s Creed

Written on 10/17 at 04:59 PM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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“Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
--WS Merwin

The Lover’s Creed

Beneath an uncertain sky I stand,
Facing the direction from which
New seasons weave together strands
Of memories formed from the twitch
Of muscles: hearts that yearned and found,
Listless lips that fell in love and ran aground.

I hear in the rustling of trees the sound of a dress;
The morning air smells of water caressing skin;
O trickle of time! O moment just lost! Will you not bless
My heart and save me from that worst of sins:
To love so fully as not to see,
To see so clearly as not to love?

Evening dawns, and with it strange gusts
Of color fill the sky. Alone, I face
The sanguine cheeks of moments past, and lust
For the kiss that became an Eternal embrace;
Yet though the night be long and hard to read
No despair can break my allegiance to the lover’s creed.

Friday, October 15, 2010
Written in Ixtapa, México

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