John Tansey Poems
A Love Poem For Anyone...
For you, the hapless peruser,
who happens to thumb upon this page,
along a dusty shelf of books.
Was not haphazard at all;
For the page found your thumb
as it was fated to be,
as the effect finds the cause
and the cause finds you.
the heart bleeding reader.
If you would these words for you
then will it so.
for the subjective was never anyone
but the objective was always you,
the sensual stranger,
the romanticizing, lusty lover
who never turned my corner.
Ah, to hug the torso of a sensual woman
my fingers splayed between her ribs
like flying buttresses
supporting her arch like a shrine...
her palms, reaching steeple skyward,
as she releases white pigeons
and the world, too, flies home.