Love Poem

By Dorothea Lasky b. 1978 Dorothea Lasky
The rain whistled.
 
A taxi brought me to your apartment building
And there I stood.
 
I had dreamed a dream
Of us in a bedroom.
The light shining upon us in white sheets.
 
You were singing me a song of your sailing days
And in the dream
I reached deep in you and pulled out a cardinal
Which in bright red
Flew out the window.
 
Sometimes when we talk
On the phone, I think to myself
That the deep perfect of your soul
Is what draws me to you.
But still what soul is perfect?
All souls are misshapen and off-colored.
Morning comes within a soul
And makes it obey another law
In which all souls are snowflakes.
 
Once at a funeral, a man had died
And with the prayers said, his soul flew up in a hurry
Like it had been let out of something awful.
It was strangely colored, that soul.
And it was a funny shape and a funny temperature.
As it blew away, all of us looking felt the cold.

Dorothea Lasky, "Love Poem" from Awe. Copyright © 2007 by Dorthea Lasky.  Reprinted by permission of Wave Books.

Source: Awe (Wave Books, 2007)

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Poet Dorothea Lasky b. 1978

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Subjects Living, Marriage & Companionship, Religion, The Spiritual, Arts & Sciences, Philosophy, Love, Realistic & Complicated