love poem

I want to show you
the maple leaves
growing. I want
to be there and watch
your eyes wake
as the time
cleaves and you can see
through it: two winged seeds,
the young leaves.

I want to hear you
speak for hours about
the world beginning,
about dust pollen and
time's insane ashes,
bloodroots and promises.

I won't be visible,
if you prefer.
I can avoid
presences and words.
I can walk in shades
that don't reflect color.
I can be a person
of no body or mind.

We can meet in
solitude.
You don't even
have to remember.

~ Marilyn Krepf

I love this poem. I want an idyllic romance, a great romance, a romance filled with deep longing and passion. I shroud myself in a cloak of cynicism but all I want is someone tender, someone who at the heart of it, respects me and holds me true to his heart.