Love Poem For a Non-Believer

Because I miss
you I run my hand
along the flat of my thigh
curve of the hip
mango of the ass. Imagine
it your hand across
the thrum of ribs
arpeggio of the breasts
collarbones you adore
that I don't.

My neck is thin
You could cup
it with one hand
Yank the life from me
If you wanted

I've cut my hair
You can't tug
my hair anymore
A jet of black
through the fingers now

Your hands cool
along the jaw
skin of the eyelids
nape of the neck
soft as a mouth

And when we open like apple
split each other in half and
have seen the heart
of the heart
of the heart that part
you don't I don't
show anyone the part
we want to reel

back as soon as it
is suddenly unreeled like silk
or the prayer call
of a Mohammed we won't
have a word for this except
perhaps religion

by Sandra Cisneros

Comments (4)

A Bitter-sweet sensation when the pain turns to be the sweet feeling, and the inner self thus is being discoverd and regains its whole. likewise, happiness is the other side of the coin we have to deal with in our lives... Stay blessed, hope you write more and more..
A strong woman and wise poet like you is not supposed to have fears, Since you managed to stand of solid words, you will be more capable to face time and its turnabouts with solid will and resolution! ! Regards! ! ! best wishes for a bright future.
Time is an opponent, will he me defeat? A healer, he can be. My grief make obsolete.........nice theme. Beautifully crafted.10
well, if this is about YOU, i hope your void is filled with (mostly) nice things! ! May time be 'your' Healer! to MyPoemList. bri :)