A STORY OF MORE WOO

A Story of More Woo

Precisely where did I find you?

Pious heart,  

star crossed countries, The Capulet Ball,

awake, asleep, or alone.

I am trying to find where you live,

in me, as I am still breathing and

remembering the lifetimes, our history,

the love stories, the feuds, and the solemn ends.

I have lived with you, and danced with you.

I feel the times I have died with you;

the times I have died for you.

The sweetness of your cry in my arms;

the tenderness of your touch on my skin.

O palm to palm, heat to distances cools

is where I walk with you

in daylight and in nights storms.  

I want to be cremated in these shoes,

you said to me, I laughed knowingly.

I found you

enmeshed in the old lines of a

Shakespearean story, in the tears

of pain's partner, in the laughter of

of your happiness, in the quiet of a letter.

I will die with you, you wearing those red shoes,

like Romeo's last breaths

are spoken to a living Juliet.

“Eyes, look your last!

Arms, take your last embrace!

And lips, o you the doors of breath,

seal with a righteous kiss

a dateless bargain to engrossing death!”

TJK