Love Poem

Love Poem

You have asked me to write you a love poem
But, you know me, I don’t write love poems
Not that I am against love poems
Rather, I simply don’t understand how

What is a love poem supposed to be?
Am I supposed to wax, poetically, about hair
How yours is fine, silk, and smells of sugar
How I can’t, if I tried, tangle or knot it
How moonlight doesn’t stand a chance
How, from a distance, it can anchor me

Am I supposed to dote on your eyes?
How I have learned to love chocolate
How drowning is something people don’t learn
How exposed I can feel, truth and question
How security is a simple gaze at the right time

Perhaps I am to focus on your neck?
How my chin finds every spot that leaps
How I can nuzzle-in, making you flutter, gasp

I can be typical. I can be breasts.
I can say your melons are most astute.
A learned professor would put down his pipe
And take a moment to smile, and shake hands
I might even get a free “A+” for them

Mayhap your legs? Slender, long, firm
How you could challenge a fawn, leaping
How you lean, askance, better than Pisa

Am I supposed to focus on your heart?
How you can forgive without a scar
How passion is a commodity you savor
How my wounds are ever quickly salved
How you carry more than you weigh

What is a love poem supposed to be?
I don’t know. I don’t write love poems
I find myself cross-legged, typing
As if that’s all that matters, hoping
Pressing my skull, an ache in my chest
Just hoping, that I can get this poem right

You have asked me to write you a love poem
But, you know me, I don’t write love poems
Not that I am against love poems
No, I am not against love poems. I love you

© Eric Williamson

-For my wife

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