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

alone

a part of the logarithim

of our non linear lives

imagine X in terms of Y

in terms of X

symbiotic

necessary

we dream

each other’s daily lives

beyond touch

seperated by oceans

by choices

shed the bravado

the pride   you

are forgiven   forgive me

know

I would rip the fabric of the universe

bend the geometry of space time

just to kiss you

again

Goodbye

distance wavers then opens like eyes

1.

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

 

 

2.

tomorrow

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