I want a lover whose heart is so full -

Rainwater dripping from the pitcher on the drizzled grey of yesterday,

A soft sound in the great symphony of the wet garden,

Bejeweled and glistening,

Pianoforte drops

Upon the wet leaves

Falling.

I will know them by the way they write, the kindness in their eyes -

Flashes of it in my professor,

In myself, caught laughing like a child,

In the quiet teenager who is becoming an

Unlikely philosopher, frontal cortex in heat,

With the implications of existence

(He’s awake in the early dawn, a furious Jacob,

wrestling with his God)

And they will be a seeker of Beauty:

“There is no medium unworthy”

They will tell me, but never in words,

Crouching for perfection’s grace among leaves and dirt

Like a widow beneath rainbow fractals

At early morning’s mass.

It will be effortless, like the unspoken love

Between two old friends, bookends

Scattering crumbs of baguettes in the park

To clicking beaks, and dancing pigeon feet.

Burying themselves in pages, thinking no one sees

(Was that you there, on the subway?

Dark eyes, fixated on the lines,

Crinkling with understanding?)

Both of us adventurous spirits -

“Let’s run away, you and me” and we will

Melt with ease into cityscapes,

Transparent, adaptive,

Young and free,

Like the wood moths becoming one

With the aspen in its serenity,

We light upon

France, Spain… Italy.

I know I will find them

In my own verse.

Will discover them

In pages that I’ve turned.

Will recite their thoughts back to him, and will

Love them like poetry.

I will know them by heart.

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