a label

love poem? Ah, who the hell knows.

i cannot bring myself
to call you
anything
a brother a
friend a
lover
or some other equally
inadequate word
as if you need a label
like a can of soup
or a box of
saltines.

well, you are not any
of those things to me
you
are
the smell of dew
on morning grass
and crisp sparkling snow
that blinds me in the day
the rhythm of the ocean the
wet sand between my toes
the sunshine reaching the corners
of my soul the moonlight
that makes me believe
there is magic
stars crossing and
falling into dust -
i have a feeling it would
all crumble if i try to cram it into
one word and compare it
to something that came before

besides, there is no comparison
and labels belong in the
kitchen cupboard.

you
belong in
my heart
my head
my
bed.

Author's Note

http://heatherw.com/mk/endorse/pics/red_label.jpg

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

Better not be a brother. I hate those kind of poems. I tripped across one last week that nearly made me hit the "next" button. This one, though, is so much more than that. This poem is whimsical, a fantasy. It has that great, romantic quality about it. An open ended question. Important people are so much more than simple labels. My personal least favorite is the term 'partner'. What the f is that? A business partner, a life partner, a dance partner, a golf partner...the list is endless and mindless in its ambiguity. I especially love the ending. Subtle and yet very powerful. Great writing, KLG!

[therisa]

Always hated labels, they just get in the way. As for the poem, just want to release a sigh or two. Ok, am a hopeless romantic, buried, under the skin, of a sarcastic cynic. Just don't tell anyone, KL.

[Lyn Anderson]

I was hopelessly in love when I wrote this. It didn't turn out well.

[therisa]

It has happens, but you're a wiser person, for it.