I am dying now by your love: <br />There are three handguns beneath <br />The upstairs bed, <br />So I have a choice, <br />Though the conclusion is the <br />Same impermanent permanence, <br />We shall all choose to lie in finally: <br />My ex-lover took a husband <br />To bed with her, <br />Of similar persuasion, I <br />wonder if their happiness will last- <br />I still hope for change, <br />And by this dream of the sea: <br />And you, who are my sea, dear- <br />My dear sea, won’t you beckon? <br />Won’t you have me expeditiously <br />For what I am, <br />Or is what I am too broken? <br />I am just a boy in a little world all afraid, <br />Waiting for you to sail with me.... <br />This is not like anything else <br />You have heard before, <br />Because this time it is true, <br />If you could only love me, <br />That would be the best solution: <br />To come awake in a song no one else can hear, <br />But it may be that you are too <br />Far away to even consider, <br />That you are the sea which can <br />Flood my body with new feeling, <br />To evoke that change I need, <br />Like a continent dividing into <br />New Paleolithic definitions, <br />To set sail by your post-modern history, <br />To know myself by your relationship, <br />The beautiful calligraphy of your <br />Caesuras, peaks, and troughs, <br />My dear sea....<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dear-sea/
