A Duet of Mandolins

by Ken Harnisch

The coyness which we wrap in verse
Has had its reward in lovely poetry
And turns of phrase and meter
Which have delighted the throngs

It is as if we have been playing
A duet of mandolins
For the lovelorn and those who wish they were

I have come to you with my heart on my sleeve
And my lips desiring nothing but to touch yours
On some lavender nights where the scent of jasmine
From your intimate shadows sets you on edge
And consequently, both of us aflame

And yes, I know the treasure of your tomorrows
Is not destined to be mine. The distance between
Our years is too great an Everest to climb,
Even for a romantic;
And yet, I seek the peak of your affections
Knowing my heart and yours, and knowing
How our souls together had no definition
Anyone could write who wasn’t us.

We woke the morning star too often
In the past not to claim its light as our own;
We welcomed the orange sun with our
Tongues dry and our brains exploded
With revelations and explanations
To mysteries which perplexed us
All night long as we pried open
The locks to two frozen hearts

I do not plead to hold you, and yet I know
You seek that true embrace which would engage
Your senses as they’ve seldom been ‘til now

And it is true, love: there is danger in my arms;
But it is danger which, if not attempted
Will be yearned for when its remedy is beyond us

Anything else I say could be held against me
So I’d rather go silent now and hold you there instead.


Posted on 01/06/2011
Copyright © 2022 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Melissa Arel on 01/06/11 at 02:02 PM

This poem resonates with me, brings out the longing within me. A really wonderful write Ken :)

Posted by Linda Fuller on 01/06/11 at 02:48 PM

This is lovely, Ken.

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 01/06/11 at 11:54 PM

Couln'r agree more- a wonderful write!

Posted by Scott Utley on 01/11/11 at 03:55 AM

You know so well of which you write, or so it seems to me. Just a beautiful and soothing aching here. I read your and felt like I was in a Zen garden on a cloud.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/13/11 at 10:53 PM

Beautidul poem Ken. I especially like: The distance between Our years is too great an Everest to climb,...excellent work as always.

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