September 19, 2006

Trembling

"Tremo e t'amo."

I'm trembling
and I love you
and I'm going.

I love you
and I'm trembling,
and that's always been my cue
to leave.

You weren't made
for love like mine -
this love
that stirs
the universe.

You were made
for LoveLite -
the healthy,
crunchy,
sparkly kind,
always fresh,
beaded with Evian water.

You love
by your machines,
and my
love
would
crash your computer,
jam your PalmPilot,
make your cell phone vibrate
non-stop,
ruin your
business-casualness,
and throw off
your schedule.

You, who never tremble
and find it easy to love -
you weren't meant
for love
like mine.

But I do love you -
and I'm trembling

and I'm going.



Summer 2003.

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