in praise of slow chemistry: a love poem
last night a steel rain suddenly threw
itself at my garden in mocking
response to my many prayers but it
was gone in minutes and had no time to
work its magic:the chemistry that comes
with a slow touch, that builds long beauty
that reaches inside to touch
the juiciest passionfruit tender heart
that heals the soul
steel is not a virtue steel
will not cradle you
in that slow soft time
when flowers close their eyes and wait
for the warm understanding of the night
for the caress light as the exhalation of trees at moonrise
for slow chemistry
the quick and sudden rain has passed
away leaving only small explosions in
the dust painful memories of a
touch that only knows the surface only grows
an instant and is gone but langour
brings years of perennial growth
brings understanding
brings the touch that knows the sub-atomic structure
of your skin of your heart
the instantaneous is soon past turning
heads with promises of swift voyages
to the sun and gone again before the
journey's done
but the soft and lavish rain
knows the way home
knows how stars are made
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
do you want the 2nd steel on the same line? ? ......steel is not a virtue steel though i have speeded/sped through the poem, i like it. i don't care much for 'love poems' typically. yeah, speeded is a bit incorrectly spelled, if ya know what i mean. :) in a hurry now. maybe i'll come back to read another. bri :)