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Saturday, February 14, 2009

My Valentine

This shadow, smell of moss, against my face, darling,
Hard and real and urgent...
Is it answer, or question, sweet?
There, then; I will rise up, your Empress; held within, and sweet solace, found
I am your ocean.
Feel and swim within your world of moment, mine,
Perhaps one day when I die
You'll think of this,and live, instead.

....For Keanu, to smile.


(*Note: What, if any(thing, in the poem, would suggest to you that the author has "transcended" something? If so, what, and what is there in the poem that would suggest that to you? Given this, is there an irony to the word "die?" Is it one you would have expected, either in a modern, or traditional sense? Explain...)