Never just some walk to the pools or to where <br />the petals burst. You know how I wrote <br />to you once: protect the body within the body <br />of little blood-contained blossoms <br />I feared was torn-up <br />in your life away from me? <br />I could've written that to myself only, <br />and probably settled for the worst. <br />For me the way was always intricate, <br />hard, never transparent. About that, <br />soon after we met, you said, 'I know...' <br />And I'm repeating this, my usual <br />redundancy, or is it your <br />absent-mindedness I respond to? <br />since for three days I've been <br />silently blamed for leaving unsaid or not <br />warning about in some way <br />or soon enough what I've already <br />mentioned here. It has been remnants <br />of clarity, fragments of precision. <br />I too want things uncluttered, <br />stripped down, bare in the sense <br />that any detail resisted <br />is a set-back. <br />And don't think I don't know <br />I haven't been able to <br />remove a lot of the nettles <br />from what I'm deprived <br />of seeing, necessarily, without you. <br />And what do I see? <br />Not that much. And then <br />we don't know if I do see more <br />if it'll be an improvement.<br /><br />Doren Robbins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-have-brought-so-much-to-this-marriage-and-so/
