Today's poem is by Paul Hostovsky

Love Poem

I love this poem.
I would do anything
for this poem.
I am not above
stealing for example.
I stole in the past
and I stole from the past
and I'd gladly steal from your past
for this poem.
I would lie
for the sake of this poem.
I would lie in the face of this poem
just to make the poem face me.
Just to feel on my face the hot, sweet, faint
bad-tooth breath of the poem.
I could sink to anything.
I think I could kill.
I think I have killed
for the shape, the sheer
body of this poem.
Look how beautiful,
feel how impossible,
this slender, limned thing
weighing next to nothing,
saying next to nothing.
Saying everything.

Copyright © 2007 Paul Hostovsky All rights reserved
from Dusk Outside the Braille Press
Riverstone, A Press for Poetry
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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