don't hide from my love, my sweet.

by Emily Tong

Don't hide from my love, my sweet. It goes
where you go. And where ever there
is a dream or a wish, there
is where you are, my lovely, my beautiful. I
am inspired by
the feather of your voice; I want to fill
my lips with your words - both spoken and unspoken - until
overfull, and rushing from my thinly-sewn seams,
I dance, like so many of your footsteps dance.
Can you hear the music, dear one?

We are drifters here in the night world - as only
shadows, we are free.
In the dark I say your name, we
can speak or remain silent without
the harsh reality
of my imperfect face. Do
you wonder at the skin, as I wonder?

Don't let go of me, in the dark. Your hand,
a heart in my hand, pulses like
the tap that wakes me from an anxious dream,
offering sunlight and
breakfast barefoot in the summer.

Don't mistake me for something else, love. I've
misunderstood myself, you see - this
caused the rift in my spirit-flesh, this
shook the bones of my turning head, this
made me stutter when we first met.

I am myself, now, more than ever. I will stand
in the light, someday. And
when I go, I hope you'll go with me.


Posted on 12/15/2011
Copyright © 2022 Emily Tong

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Lucia Haselhorst on 12/17/11 at 06:27 AM

We are drifters here in the night...reminds me of a dream I had once. I felt safe and I knew, even though I couldn't see his face, I knew who it was. Keep writing...thank you for your poem.

Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/17/11 at 04:48 PM

Emily this is so romantic and stunning. Excellent imagery, as well. "feather of your voice" - yes, indeed.

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