In case you didn't know, today is World Poetry Day! Poetry is such an amazing, undervalued part of our society. If you're new to the poetic world and feeling lost, here's a great place to start.
Today you get—you guessed it—another sappy poem about my wonderful husband. Happy reading, friends.
Since we met, I've taken so many forms.
I've grown to fill the vessels around me,
and I've shrunk to fit.
I've touched the peaks of mountains we built together,
and sunk to the bottom of oceans
we didn't intend to create.
(The silt there is fine and feels like silver.)
How can you write a love poem to a person
who is a part of you?
Every breath you take moves my lungs too
and when you are hurt, I can feel my own heart breaking.
Our sun is a star, but it is also a source of
light that connects us even when we are apart.
My limbs are yours and I can use them
to climb to the top of the world and scream out
how much I love you--
our universal inhalation
moving as one.
I mean to say that,
without you, my dear,
I'm a bird walking on stilts,
unaware of how to fly,
unable to move in a straight line,
and I'm constantly in love
with the feeling of your breath under my wings
keeping me afloat.
I've been every shape since we met,
and so have you,
but my favorite is the one where I'm curled into your side,
nestled into you
like two moons in different phases--
perfectly concave at the right points.
Writer, editor, and storyteller living in the Twin Cities.