Black Horizon.
Ornamental Clouds.
A song of Love and Losing.
Your face plays a game,
testing my waters,
and behind you there are cars
and streets
and dreams.
The night goes on forever
all the way to China,
where children are playing
in fields full of sunlight.
You and I are speaking slowly,
savoring the sounds.
You have swallowed my secrets
and tasted my sins.
Behind you there is nothing.
A bed with blue sheets,
we'll call it home.
A black horizon
sings us to sleep.
I won't be here tomorrow.
I won't be here.
I won't.
-Inspired by "Evening Love Song"
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This is a lovely poem, I want to talk to you about it in person so you can explain it to me. My favorite verse:
ReplyDelete"You and I are speaking slowly,
savoring the sounds.
You have swallowed my secrets
and tasted my sins."
I love this so so so much. You have swallowed my secrets and tasted my sins. I feel like this is sexual and intimate and there's so much acceptance between the two people.
wow. i really like this
ReplyDeleteThese are all pretty awesome. You are jumping off of the Rilke but surely making it your own. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you guys. I was getting addicted to the idea of making poems off of Rilke. I'm so glad you're doing this lesson Luke! I may make a few more over the next few days.
ReplyDeleteAnd Molly, I'll definitely talk to you about it in person monday :)