The Poem Inside

What lies inside each one of us is the potential for love. With that love coincides the potential for expression, for poetry and love. Halloween is approaching and I’m thinking about love. It’s terrifying either way… to have and have not love. The important thing is breath, that we take in that fire and exhale like nothing else matters.

love, an aperitif;
so much so that my
tongue swells– how
much more I yearn for
each taste of sound
in and around your sudden
verse and reprimand; I
long for your vision,
what eternity must mean
if we both agreed to it,
from sunset to to sundown;
I want that worried
soliloquy in your head
so I may wrap this cape
around you, escape
this life’s unworthy lament
and live like crusaders,
desire one another
like no other…
on horseback with swords,
none but silence (or at least)
just the memory
of these words

© mr gahon 10/29/14


I need you

How much do we need one another on this earth? Or if ever…. Mere metaphors to bring us back to the origins or to those spontaneous clues that made us fall in love in the first place. The breathlessness, the meaningless embrace that means the world to one. The warmth of rain on a cold day. The worthy inspiration even if it is just for a second which spells hours on end in our minds. Until we write it down, it never fully empties us.

uncanny indentations
sacred spaces to wander
in through this maze,
elaborate as your heart–
am I golden enough to behold
such a sight? am I dreaming
in color so as to match
the hue that is you?
how my heart easily
can combust into frightening
pain… the worried abstinence,
the crying rain. shadows
that overturn night (as I will it
inside my brain)… if at all
to restore a vision of morning
for you are my Sun and I am
the rest of your day on which
to shine upon…
I need you

© mr gahon 10/21/14


The Final Run

There’s a scene I’m investigating in my head. Someone bolting out the door and making a run for it. A home built with someone for many years and they decide to surrender. What makes it unbearable? What makes it worth losing it all? Have they become so scared that they just make a run for it? I don’t know the million reasons. Maybe shame or maybe impatience comes to play and the only reasonable act is the disappearing route. No wordy explanations. It just sucks to think about the long unimaginable void, all the million questions asked… “why?”, “why exactly?”

i’m sorry
i can’t cry,
serve my guilt
upon a silver platter
for you to feast
what’s left of my
dignity; in retrospect,
would i have it any
different, disintegrated–
shoestrings tied once, i
finally came undone.
couldn’t hold it together,
neither for you nor
this final run

© mr gahon 10/15/14


See you, see me

Seeing someone beyond what we see on the outside, that’s the task for every pair of eyes who seeks love. For beauty has its place, but the heart of a person, the beauty in their kindness… this above anything has an everlasting place that no one can topple down.

when your love reads me,
I hope I am a well worn
copy of a novel worth
Gatsby’ s hands
or even Holden
could behold;a heart
consumed by desire–
fire and ice
all of it nice,
but when it comes
to love, I want only
your eyes to read me
through,
thoroughly and
beyond, cover to cover,
every last page
accounted for

© mr gahon 10/8/14


Enemy

There are many things I am not ready for. Forgiveness being one of them. To love means to forgive, and sometimes I don’t know how to take on an enemy’s greeting. All I know of what makes sense is that we have to accept even this kind of effort from our enemy, nemesis, name it what you want because love, in the right context, won’t seek to harm us. Our love is so powerful that it will shield us from even our enemy’s intent.

the desert sun cannot repair this tear,
nor flames that revived us once
extinguish these caustic arguments…
instruments avail with reason to piece us
back together, but forgiveness is a hill
that leaves me breathless each time I walk
its path… I plunge deeper into my own flesh
in hope, one day, I shall learn to let go

© mr gahon 9/17/14


Open

The process of opening ourselves to love, it is a bit like a clam or oyster shell. It needs some energy, some elbow grease sometimes to get at the juicy clam or that lustrous oyster. So worth it after we open it (that is if we aren’t allergic to shellfish). Same with love, I think. Except that elbow grease must be courage paired with persistence of faith. One crack might lead to a wedge and one wedge might lead into a gap and one gap might lead into a ravine… ahhh, the possibilities of love.

in you, I believe
a world in this crevice–
our indifference cease to
exist when mouths open and
we are swallowed inside
the belly of a whale
to contemplate the silence
in our breaths right before
our lips touch and we
purge whats left of sin
and thoughts so long
as we are consumed
only by one another, I shall
continue to sink myself deeper
into the crack until love
pries us all open

© mr gahon 9/9/14


Only You

What if there was no one else but the one. The one in our thoughts, the one who makes us absolutely soar and fall at the same time. The one who occupies our thoughts, who doesn’t dare leave even after night fall. Consumed we are…

my body aches
you are medicine
broken vessels heal
themselves
when I take
you inside
(myself)

starvation begins
in the dark I long
for suffused light to
reach the depths of my
unfathomable hunger…

I crave only you

© mr gahon 8/20/14


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