Love Travels As Intangible Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

I'll tell you explicitly how the miracle happened...

the girl met the poet online in the internet,
he kept her awoke with jokes and colors
then she saw his distant nod so near;
was surprised, her flame relighted at once,
though she was saying, out of tediousness,
would delete from computer all unknown ones,
yet she thought such knight is not easy to find,
if he left would open the window of other girl,
after all he offers to her, asking nothing back,

here love travels as intangible and enters
homes through cracks and using rope-ladders,
the girl imagined the poet’s chest as a pillow
she imagined her head leaning lightly on it,
his fingers, like a caress, combing her hair.
'I care less', she says, 'if people do not believe
that I enter the screen and lie down on the bed
also that I have my breasts loose over his chest,
and I mingle my fingers in between his own.'

Only the tales bearing wings of love can awake us.
As you see the seven colors of the iris make white,
the thought becomes a kiss as the moist air a rain.



© JosephJosephides