Walk With Me

April 23, 2008 at 9:11 pm (Poetry)

I don’t write love poems. But I did.

“Walk With Me Awhile”

Go melt back into the night,
like Bob Dylan said.
Melt back into the dark
because there’s a chasm between us
of clichés and a-b-a-b rhyme schemes—
themes of cherubim and heart-woven rhythms.
Go back to the theatre house,
to the cold streets with their deep pockets
and hat hangers where you can find my walking cap:
a mesh of patterns that were more
heart-woven than I could’ve hoped.
Remember?
That evening at the opera house
you whispered chilled words
and the fringe wrapped around my neck,
a Victorian frill of breath
that made me shiver and smile,
backlit by angels and arrows and a chandelier.
I suspect you’re too clever for me,
so I’ll hang my hat,
and you’ll know where to find me.