If you can write a good love poem you are already walking in a smiling world. This poem is packed with so many images the reader is sure to find one that touches his or her heart. My favorite is, "the picture I drew on a cafe napkin / of your lovely face eating strawberries." But the fact of the matter is that a love poem make us look at everybody in our lives with just a little more tenderness.
Kenneth P. Gurney lives in Albuquerque with his beloved Dianne. Incidentally, Gurney previously lived in Rockford, Illinois--as did DCF poet Richard Vargas and even The DitchRider himself. Both Gurney and Vargas publish Albuquerque-based poetry journals--Adobe Walls and The Mas Tequila Review, respectively.
Enlarging the Day
I love you like dark chocolate,
primed canvas, a found jay’s feather
and we have not yet spoken face to face
or you seen my toes
which present themselves
from within my new sandals
at the cuffs of my old blue jeans
under the table at this cafe
where you speak a regular stream
of words to people conjured
in my imagination from the one side
on your cell phone conversations
that I hear.
I love you like topographical maps,
burnt siena, a horse hair brush ready for use
and you have not yet met my eyes
as you sip coffee from a ceramic cup
labeled Monday even though it is Wednesday
and burn offerings to some unnamed god
in the form of a cigarette that never receives
the rose print of your lipstick.
I love you like the mystery of laundered socks
lost from their mates, the texture of silk
upon my fingers, a field of haystacks
in a painting by Van Gogh
and to compete with the digital photos
downloaded to your technology
you receive the picture I drew on a cafe napkin
of your lovely face eating strawberries
and the poem I wrote to spark your love
as I leave with a look over my shoulder
and see how you pause
in your distracted phone conversation
then look up to meet my green eyes.
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