In Der Feier von Literaturwirklichkeit (Zwei)

The second (and more lovely) draft for my unconventional Valentine.

To my lover, a toast,
for when
there is nothing left to loathe

imagine for a moment
there is hope.
Imagine, with your whole heart,
in just this breath,
a breach
in the time/space continuum.

The distance is not
impossible.
The silences do not stretch miles.
The space of separation has been

broken.

And in quiet fireside midnights
and all surrounding trees whisper
delicate with shivers
across my chest,
there is still

you,
and me,
and the night

-and this world of
words at
inked and trembling digits
or secrets to
unhearing, but seeing
ears of eyes.-

So to you I drink
the liquid smoke of love.
Watch
as it rises
to the stars falling from
this blackened bridge
of our hearts.

Reviews

[not me]

This is wonderful, I love your use of words and I love the lack of structure, thank god there is somebody out there who just lets it flow, the way it's meant to be, the way it should be spoken. I like it's wittiness and its depth. Good job. Lovely imagery in the last stanza, it just floated away for me.

[Steven Williams]

I really enjoyed reading this. This piece has great rhythm. You really brought the trees to life in the lines:
"And in quiet fireside midnights
and all surrounding trees whisper
delicate with shivers
across my chest,
there is still"

Thank you for entering it in my contest, it was a pleasure to read it.

~Stephen