the love poem

the love poem
that never blossom'd
between us
but sat on the
horizon like
a ball of fire
that we could
feel but not touch.
a poem romantic
because our
electricity and
juices would
flood from
moon to sea and
sea to shore...
...a poem that
plough'd furrows
across our bodies
and planted
acres and acres of
sunflowers...

a poem we
discovered
on the side of the
road with a
broken wing
and cried over...

this my love
is its epitaph bjm-'05