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Truths
My poetry is rarely
honest, but
all the feelings that hide among my words like
dandelions in the garden
are as real and raw as
mother's milk,
and that is the way that it has
always been.
He did not
inspire poetry
in me.
But even those who did inspired only
fiction,
beautiful lies that read like
honey dripping off a spoon.
But you
are different.
For you I want to be
as honest as I can, because for you
I want to be the best
that I have ever been because
you are more
real
than anyone or
anything or
any time or place that has ever existed since
the very beginning,
when all that was real were the stars
and whatever was holding them
together.
So, I will do for you
something that I have never done
before-
I will tell
the truth.
And if no truth exists,
(as I often suspect that there is no
such thing, because
I live
with one foot here,
on this earth
and one foot
somewhere else;
each world as truthful as the other but
simultaneously incongruent)
then I will tell you what I like to call
my truth,
because my reality is all that I can know,
and my truths are inseparable and
indiscriminate and
merged like two trees
that did not sprout from the same seed
but now are fused so tightly by the bark
that to cut one away would
leave the other ravaged and
incomplete.
Here, then, are my truths-
last night you turned me
inside out
and saw what I was made of,
and when you put me back together
all the pieces fit better than they had
before.
Last night you set me on fire and
watched as I burned so bright
that even the stars were jealous.
Last night I realized
I've been waiting for so long
that I had begun to doubt
that there was anything worth
waiting for, until
you said you felt it,
too.
Last night you rocked me until
I heard the ocean and
my skin was made of
poprocks
where we touched.
Last night I learned that you can meet someone and realize
that you have known them all their life, and that
there is no such thing as
unbelievable.
Last night I learned that you have
polka dot underpants and
that you like to play
Led Zeppelin.
Last night I learned that people love you because
you care more
for others
more than what they think of you.
Last night I learned that
there is still so much
I want to learn-
I want to know what scares you most,
I want to know if you like your coffee with
one sugar or two,
I want to be able to tell you
where every one of your freckles are
with my eyes closed.
Last night I learned that
whatever holds the stars together
must live in people too, and that
it tastes a lot
like love.
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