My Love Of Love Of Loves Poem by Michael Timothy Rose

I knew that I
Would write before
I came to this page.

This page in my life
Is too weaved
For description;

You! My love of love
Of loves, are
Too weaved-
For description.

I have found you described
In my hands in a meager
Yellow pencil. I have found you
Etched along my skin, along
My veins; I can see you
Through my blood,
Both the blood of my past
And the blood of the present, transparent through
My anvil skin;
I have seen you along sheets
And sheets of paper, I have seen you
Along folds of brain in
Paltry crevices of my heart it pumps you
Into,
Out to my lungs, they-
Breathe you. I have seen you
Through my eyes, through
Attempts to touch
Your features-
That I cannot grasp
Without a million years,

Attempts to touch
Features that I cannot understand,
Their beauty and
Craft,
Attempts
To love in the pores of your nose
Or your skin beneath your eyes, between
Your nose and cheeks; I would live
In the pores of your skin, I would write to you
This poetry in the pores of your skin,
And I would taste you with my lips.

“I would love every granule of your body
As I pull my lips across the desert.
Your skin would roll beneath these lips,
Roll as though it were not skin, but sugar,
Sweet, rough sugar.”
I think,

That my attempts to grasp you
Would be impossible, so I
Resort to my touch, I will touch, I will
Touch, I will touch
You ‘til eternity-and,
And even then, I would die
With my hands to your face,
Decayed jeans and rotting
Button-up, grayed, ashen corpse
In the ending sun! I would
Lay with you,
My right hand to your dying, single
worn face,
And I would love after we are gone.

I will love you
Through tonight. I will love you through the sunset
That I’d imagined that we’d last. Tonight,
Know, tonight,
I will love you ‘til the
Ending sun. And I am happy,
Happy to love.

I am happy to know,
Someone has sent you
Through the barriers
That divide us two, I am
Happy to know,
You love
…because you love and I am
Happy. I am happy to know,
That I love! That I-
Cannot compress my
Body through to yours.
I am happy to know
You are still smiling
Because I make you laugh with my descriptions.
Still living, still being.
I am happy to know,
That
You
Are
The principle
Happiness of my life;
I am happy you
Are etched along me,
And I am happy for,
Tonight.


Tonight, I want
To kiss you,
To kiss you in slow, slow
motion. Tonight,
Is a night
For dreams,

For solace,
For rebirth,
For remembering,
For hope,
For ends;
A night for you,
For light by morning for
Revision
For light,
For absence
In presence,
For presence
In absence,
For emotions
I derive from, for
My human
Self.

Tonight is a night
For the detail
Of a falling eyelid
In the galaxy, a trembling
Star in the distance; a cricket
Beside me chirps
And I laugh because,
It is with you, that meaningless details are enough to live!
It is okay for you because I love you.

Yes. I love,
YOU.
That is the description of a page
With no meaning and perhaps
Every meaning to me.

I don’t wish to shed a word from a cloud,
A poem from my heart,
A movement that will change our relationship
Or cause you to love
Equally or cause any
Change at all just to tell you how I know
What I cannot describe,

And what perhaps you cannot tell me
Or do not feel. But I do,
And I am here. Always here. Here-
Writing. I write for you, live for you, love for you
Consider you
In every movement that I do in hand
Or spirit or
Time.