Thursday, May 18, 2006

Poem in Your Voice

Poem in Your Voice

I want to button my beautiful body
to your lovely yours
until we don’t know whose bluejeans
outline our deaths on my floor.
I will be
finally alive
in all your ticklish spots
and occasional freckles,

And you will become a little more of a man,
and I will parade my new girlishness,
tra-la-la,
and baby, we will both become newborns,
all red and screaming,
covered with milk and wonder.

And we will suckle at the sky,
and suck the ocean air until we’re salty and blue;
we will rename all the stars
and see things in the clouds
that are better than Van Goghs.

And then I will tire of this set of mysteries.
I will toss a coin for just the right day
and unzip myself from your sweet pie skin.

You see, my life is a somersault, my sweet;
I’ve enjoyed our playtime but I’m in search
of things like God Himself.
I’ll be off to find the tenth planet
with its rivers and rings.
I’ll send you a piece of it,
or a postcard,
and my new moon girl will lick the stamp,
when I find it
and all its eleven moons.

9 comments:

David said...

hey, i enjoyed this. when i first started reading it i began to go, oh no, not another love poem. but then it got interesting. i especially like the last two strophes.

--D

RC said...

Yes,it's a good little love poem.

J.B. Rowell said...

This poem explodes, I esp. like tra-la-la!
:)

luc u! said...

ah la la

Michael Parker said...

Wonderful poem, Sarah!

Jill said...

yay to this poem.

Lyle Daggett said...

I like how the poem insists on its voice, insists on keeping an innocent touch on the world. I like it that the poem takes the chance of saying things that might be considered frivolous or trivial from a "serious" conservative literary standpoint.

"I will be
finally alive
in all your ticklish spots
and occasional freckles.

And you will become a little more of a man,
and I will parade my new girlishness,
tra-la-la"

"I'll be off to find the tenth planet
with its rivers and rings."

And then punctuated with the more intense passionate moments:

"...we will both become newborns,/all red and screaming,/covered with milk and wonder.

And we will suckle at the sky,
and suck the ocean air until we're salty and blue..."

I love how the poem insists on the value of its innocence.

I really liked the poem.

Lee Herrick said...

I like this a lot.

sara kearns said...

david, rc, j.b., luc, michael, jill, lyle, and lee:

thank you all so much. this was my first here so your comments also served to make me feel comfortable and very welcomed.

j.b., i looove the idea of "explodes" - 'can't imagine a bigger compliment, and lyle, thanks for the thorough read.

again, thank you so much.