I Remember Loving You
I remember loving you.
You turned my heart into a koan I haven't cracked yet.
You were a muse of dark matter.
A Mayan phase of the moon
that kept your predictions to yourself.
You were the unified field theory
that made me feel I knew why I was here.
That my abysmal ignorance
was the ore
of infinite enlightenments to come
each one a world of its own
we were free to start with each other.
I remember touching your skin
as if I were reaching out to a ghost
to see if it was real.
Even now after all these years
I can recall the sensation
as if I were holding
a first folio edition of Shakespeare
that no one knew anything about.
A kind of preternatural reverence
for the profound and rare
so intense that whenever we were together
I was always in the presence
of something more than real.
I saw extraordinary beauty and power
in the most ordinary things you said and did.
My will wasn't so much
bent to yours
by force desire or cupidity
as made irrelevant.
And I remember being astonished
to see how little effect
gravity had around you.
How I bounced around
like a helium balloon
on the ceiling of any room you'd walk into.
How every time I saw you
I could feel my eyes evolve
to accommodate the vision
and see deeper into the dark.
You were such an intriguing planet
if I'd been Jupiter before I met you
I still would have gladly
abdicated from the solar system
just to be your orbiting telescope.
You were all those species of life
the Amazon keeps a secret.
Cures for diseases
I didn't even know I suffered from
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poem by Patrick White
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