[2am poem] Beloved

[kaberett]

I worry that I love you
because you are a mirror
(because I have made of you a mirror)
that reflects me whole-not-broken, shows me who
I can aspire to be and what
I am, elsewise unseen. I worry that
I love you selfishly. & yet - & nonetheless -

(you are the early morning thunderstorm
I drink hope from
that shakes apart my skies and scours me clean)

Comments

[kaberett]

(The echoes with two poems are conscious & deliberate.)

[hairyears]

Beautiful.

Have you ever read 'Fragments of a Hologram Rose'?

[kaberett]

No, but clearly I need to!

[vass]

Wow. Those last three lines.

[kaberett]

At around 1.30 last night, around the time the tube stopped running, the sky went brilliant & loud over & over, and it was dry until about two when suddenly it poured, and I went and stood on the front steps with my face towards the heavens and the rain running over my shoulders, and it was... yeah.

[shehasathree]

♥

[kaberett]

<3