Guest Poet
Audrey Griffin
by Audrey Griffin
I wish there were another word for
love.
Curse this language, only having one
word to
Shoulder all possible
Interpretations until they
Are done to death and none
Of them could ever
Be true.
A word for a more
Profound bond,
A word for I barely know who
You are, but I sorely need
You. A word to encompass
All of those lost feelings,
Frayed ends of incomplete thoughts,
Strung out
Nowhere
Every which way
All over
And out.
A word for each look,
A word for each glance,
A word for each of these hand-trembling
Moments that aren’t sure
Where to go,
Ambiguous little
Things, tiny little insignificant
things
All cut up, strewn over
The sea, an ocean, a tidal wave
on a small coastal village.
Copyright 2012
Audrey Griffin