To be in love <br />Is to touch with a lighter hand. <br />In yourself you stretch, you are well. <br />You look at things <br />Through his eyes. <br />A cardinal is red. <br />A sky is blue. <br />Suddenly you know he knows too. <br />He is not there but <br />You know you are tasting together <br />The winter, or a light spring weather. <br />His hand to take your hand is overmuch. <br />Too much to bear. <br />You cannot look in his eyes <br />Because your pulse must not say <br />What must not be said. <br />When he <br />Shuts a door- <br />Is not there_ <br />Your arms are water. <br />And you are free <br />With a ghastly freedom. <br />You are the beautiful half <br />Of a golden hurt. <br />You remember and covet his mouth <br />To touch, to whisper on. <br />Oh when to declare <br />Is certain Death! <br />Oh when to apprize <br />Is to mesmerize, <br />To see fall down, the Column of Gold, <br />Into the commonest ash. <br /> <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />Gwendolyn Brooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-be-in-love/
