Hydrogen II

A poem for my boyfriend, Jake. I love you.

He asked me

What I meant

 

 

I having already

Spent

My words

On fire

 

 

Told him

I couldn’t

Tell him

 

 

Because he

 

 

Was a flood

And I was

 

 

A series of

Sentences

Probably filed in an atlas

Of rivers

Too touched

 

 

To promise the same glowing heat

When Fall washes up
And his currents freeze

Author's Note

Any thoughts are always appreciated!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like how you use thoughts and description.
"A series of
Sentences
Probably filed in an atlas
Of rivers
Too touched"
The above lines were very good. The strong description allowed the reader to feel your thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

When fire speaks...it speaks with passion, but when it's done, it's washed up. To ask for the same fiery blaze to be spoken again is futile and inconsiderate. While he can speak and speak, because the water current is fluid and cyclical and can only be frozen in time for a brief moment. I like the play with fire and water here.