and sides of torn
squares, pinned
into fold of dress
or tucked down
pocket, delivered
in secret--
Open me carefully
Emily writes
to her sweet muse.
Dropping
task at hand, stopping
to catch the quick
appearance, quicker
retreat of vision or
image, igniting
missive after
missive in
hot assault,
full pursuit sent
burning over
snowy fields
or blazing through
New England June--
the poet's body
breaking into
fiery verb
singing to one
of similar
essence--
passion for one
sparking
passion for
all the world,
its many daily
dark or bright
amazements:
"O One I cannot love enough
O One beyond all touch:
I will then seduce
your soul, delight
your mind--my words
will surpass those of any,
each verse asking
faithfully to the last
Will you
wholly be mine,
each stanza answering
faithfully
to the last, You will
I will write yes and
yes over and
over, each line
shaping you
immortal, making you
divine, divinely Mine:
Love, Beloved, Lovely
Only One, Only World:
my slashes and syllables
stand bold, unbreakable
against any Zero
for all time."
(c)Vivian Teter 2007
from Edge by Edge
toadlily press, chappaqua, ny
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