April In Paris Poem by nathan martin

from paris martin
To my wife - 2/1/88 written from my dad to my mom..



I in you and you in me laying on the sand;
I dream of multi-colored many-fanged cloud dragons
you dream of sea-shell-angles.
I offer you two multi-colored many-fanged cloud dragons
for a dozen sea-shell-angles- you decline,
and so goes the day with I in you and you in me laying on the sand.

I in you and you in me walking on the beach;
I look at the ocean, the sky- the woman in the orange sweater,
and try to place them end on end in pompous verbal anomaly.
You look at sea-shell-angles.
I offer you two sparking amomalies for a dozen sea-shell-angles-
you decline, and so goes the day with I in you and you in me
walking on the beach.

I in you and you in me walking in the snow;
I say flitter you say flutter and away I go.
I return- you offer me two apologies for one peace-
I decline, and so goes the day with I in you and you in me
walking in the snow.

I in you and you in me laying in the night;
I look to you as you turn to me
and place the warmth of your body close to mine,
then complete I know-that if the I in you were not in me
my love would be half a circle.