Comic Love Poem

 

 

I wear beads around my neck.

Every day’s a day of joy

sustained by the touch

of unforeseen events.

 

I only know the rhythm

to a melody so soft

that if you ever heard it,

you’d have to hum along.

 

I exist not in myself,

I’m an element’s function.

A symbol in the air.

Or a circle on the water.

 

Each time your eyes open,

I only take what’s mine.

I leave faithfully behind

your earth, your fire.