So you might have noticed that I've been posting cute romantic drawings lately.
But I'm not the ONLY PERSON creating art in this relationship...my boyfriend is a writer who has found himself a bit surprised by his own unexpected outpouring of prose due to our new relationship. (You can
see more in his blog.) Here's his side of the story. Happy anniversary, Kurt.
(He wrote these poems as a count-down down to my birthday)
BIRTHDAY COUNT-DOWN POEM #1A pedestal is no place
For a lady like you...
Unless perhaps you
Were to hold out a hand
Help me up
So we could look out
Upon the horizon
Point to our spots
Laugh merrily
And jump
Down.
BIRTHDAY COUNT-DOWN POEM #2Muse? I think
Not. For, isn't
The role of...
Muse to inspire
The artistry locked
Within?
I feel no
Need to write
Nor speak nor
Trap any feeling
Into a cold
Word.
I feel it
Inside, a stillness
That becomes all
Inside, a balance,
Harmony, peace at
Long last.
You hold me
And there is
Nothing else
That matters
Not this poem
Which fails so
At giving you
Everything.
Not my words,
For though they
Saved me before,
Now I look
Forward, regret
Nothing that made
Me this man.
I know myself,
I see it reflected
In your demeanor,
And though I
May not know
You, through and
Through, I see
You.
BIRTHDAY COUNT-DOWN POEM #3Laughing at
Almost anything
Unless it's misfortune
...Rather unfortunate
A circumstance
Let us instead
Elect to
Elaborate on the
Labors of
Organizing all the
Various
Electric
Sections of
Kurt's
Undying
Relentless
Tirade of passion.
BIRTHDAY COUNT-DOWN POEM #4So scary to live here
Where it's happy...
Worry far from
My heart
It's our silent
Nodding agreement
Waving eyebrows
And shy eyes
They say it
All
Home, like
Family, life
With you,
Half of my
Self inside
Spied through
Smiles.
***
(For my birthday, he gave me four poems that he wrote about our first four dates. Which took place in a bar, an art gallery/garden, a tea house, and Prospect Park.)
FIRST DATEI had heard the stories,
words tumbling from your
lips, an uneasy self-truth
stumbling towards me on
baby deer legs,
personal revelations
that seemed as if I were
feeding you lines,
letting you detail out my
own life.
I listened as you let
yourself relax,
embraced the experiences
you had as my own,
for they were so familiar
to me.
I knew that you wouldn't
need fixing. I didn't
need to help you get past
it, get over it, understood
that you knew who you
were.
And it seemed so did I.
SECOND DATESlip right into words
Conversation sliding from our
Tongues, strangers still
But catching up
Nonetheless
I want to know what you were up to
Over there
On the other end of the galaxy
Talk, as easy as taking a walk,
Holding hands, stroll in the park
Caffeine buzz rippling underneath
I hold you for the first time
Never wanting to let go
THIRD DATEIt's a subtle lover's smile,
tender trappings of affection,
unspoken sedate passion
simmering just so, below the
surface, she pulls me closer,
I stroke her calf as we sit and
converse, out door gallery,
autumn falling like her tears
slipping free from dead branches,
the emotion takes us
hoping it never lets go,
I hold her chin in the curve
of my finger, slide her face
towards mine, and tell her
that I love her.
FOURTH DATEThis tree
Limb sheared off
In the fury of storm
Still stands
Ancient and magnificent
Here you captured
Our moment
A snapshot
To freeze time for us
Cementing a memory
Crafting a sentimental
Relic that we can
Uncover in years to come
And return right here
Under this tree
Lip locked embrace
As it pours around us
Soaked and saturated
Broken branches may come
But I'll weather every storm
With you
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