tag:kengkeng0907.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/MokoFeed2009-11-10T12:47:50+01:00tag:kengkeng0907.blog.co.uk,2007-07-23:/2007/07/23/love_love_loves~2684070/kezaiah2007-07-23T03:16:00+02:002007-07-23T03:16:00+02:00 <p>To Be In Love</p> <p>To be in love </p> <p>Is to touch with a lighter hand. </p> <p>In yourself you stretch, you are well. </p> <p>You look at things </p> <p>Through his eyes. </p> <p>A cardinal is red. </p> <p>A sky is blue. </p> <p>Suddenly you know he knows too. </p> <p>He is not there but </p> <p>You know you are tasting together </p> <p>The winter, or a light spring weather. </p> <p>His hand to take your hand is overmuch. </p> <p>Too much to bear. </p> <p>You cannot look in his eyes </p> <p>Because your pulse must not say </p> <p>What must not be said. </p> <p>When he </p> <p>Shuts a door- </p> <p>Is not there_ </p> <p>Your arms are water. </p> <p>And you are free </p> <p>With a ghastly freedom. </p> <p>You are the beautiful half </p> <p>Of a golden hurt. </p> <p>You remember and covet his mouth </p> <p>To touch, to whisper on. </p> <p>Oh when to declare </p> <p>Is certain Death! </p> <p>Oh when to apprize </p> <p>Is to mesmerize, </p> <p>To see fall down, the Column of Gold, </p> <p>Into the commonest ash.</p> <p>Gwendolyn Brooks </p> <p><strong><em></em></strong> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://kengkeng0907.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/love_love_loves~2684070/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>