love poem

i want to write a poem about love.

i want to write a million poems about love.

i want the first and last moments of the opening and

closing of my lips to speak of love.

i want the silence of my lips touching to speak 

of love

i want each moment of each eyelashes movement to 

vibrate love

i want my waking and my sleeping my

in-between, before and after to whisper love

and i want the stillness of my sitting and the 

wildness of my dancing to shout love

i want the crossing of my legs and the pulse of

my pen on this paper to transmit love

i want to exude love from my pores as

sweat the drips from my body from love-making

i want to love and love and love and

love you and her and me and us and

i heard a poet once say that

before you can love me, you must love love-

i want to love love,

be love,

speak love,

sleep love,

beating heart love,

sing love,

laugh love,

stare love,

cry love,

touch love,

swim love,

breath love,

die love,

live love,

love love

love love

love love

LOVE.

and yet, even though i see it and feel it

in each second of my breaths,

i can't find it-can't find it in another,

can't find another to love love and love me

and love the wonder of our intimacy

and then all these poets say these beautiful things

about love and honesty and

being real with ourselves and those we love

but then they end them saying

things like "so, i'll wait for you"

"ill wait for love thats true"-

i'll wait.

and wait and wait for 

something to be real and 

honest

but these endings always leave me disappointed,

like a sign,

because why are we waiting

patiently waiting

furiously waiting

for LOVE? WHY ARE WE WAITING FOR LOVE?

WAIT FOR LOVE?

Why not just love?

and why not be love?

and why not say, "so i've stopped waiting,

because no longer will i live my life 

in the future hopes? in these fairytale 

fantasies?"

when will we say I AM COMPLETE

RIGHT NOW

because 

I AM LOVE.

i understand wanting to wait and hope and

dream and believe and fantasize,

but is that right? or is it all

a continuation of living for the future and

settling for less

23, october 2009