Affinity
Affinity
We are finite
on this fine night
so warm people sit out
on a roof, their feet
dwarf stars,
and I want to hold you
as you are
and as I am
though we aren’t that
even in the next minute
that much closer
to that final lover
whose arms we’ll fold into
alone,
no matter how loved, how close
the stars.
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Draft poem for Real Toads open platform. The pic is a photo of a light sculpture made by my husband Jason Martin. (I’ve edited since first posting, as originally the poem began with “you” rather than “we.”)
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ManicDDaily 
March 10, 2016 at 6:26 am
Sigh. I prefer to think of my love as infinite.
March 10, 2016 at 7:02 am
Ha. Well, sure. I am just concerned about the body’s limitations I suppose.
March 10, 2016 at 9:16 am
A great sweetness to this, k, as well as a subtle lyricism that sings the meaning rather than says it. Beautiful imagery, (and an amazing light sculpture–red dwarf stars, indeed.)
March 10, 2016 at 9:35 am
Thanks. This was scribbled down in dark of car last night driving back from station, and I didn’t really edit, much. I think I should probably say “we are finite” rather than you–my husband injured himself a bit yesterday so he seemed particularly finite, but I am injured too at the moment so we both fit into that category, I guess. k.
On Thu, Mar 10, 2016 at 9:16 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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March 10, 2016 at 11:54 am
This is very beautiful……”their feet dwarf stars”….and folding at the end “no matter how loved, howclose the stars.” Perfection!
March 10, 2016 at 10:19 pm
I want to be on that roof, dwarfing stars, folding into my lover’s arms. Dreamy