Minkowski’s Love Poem

know I would rip the fabric of the universe bend the geometry of space time

how we see ourselves

is an illusion     an avatar

of wishful thinking

reflected in the eyes of our admirers

every gesture practiced

refined    garmenting

the image of a self

we can never be


a part of the logarithim

of our non linear lives

imagine X in terms of Y

in terms of X



we dream

each other’s daily lives

beyond touch

seperated by oceans

by choices

shed the bravado

the pride   you

are forgiven   forgive me


I would rip the fabric of the universe

bend the geometry of space time

just to kiss you



distance wavers then opens like eyes


in the green green

of July you drive

curves among the hills

each twist intimately your’s

in the twilight


this is a journey of longing

to touch the past once more

and still leap forward

blindly into the arms of a lover

you dream lifts you

above this ancient ground


as night slips along the horizon

you whisper her name

touching your fingers to your lips

in a familiar gesture

you believe she calls your name

in this way each night

at the ocean

distance wavers then opens

like eyes





you will touch each place

each memory in a country

you will never return to alone

the breath of your childhood

pulsing in your ears

as you step tentatively

beyond this moment


small goodbyes tug at you

as you excuse yourself

in a present tense

for all the entwined unbearable

histories days years spent

and now lost


you remind yourself

of necessity this impulse

toward a dream of a woman

who refuses to allow distance

the synchronicity of hearts

along an expanse of time

she calls to you on the tide

as you turn to leave

you also begin to come home