Monday, May 19, 2008

To My Lover On His Birthday

I am totally unable to write poetry so I steal from another.

Here's to H, my lover, my friend, my partner, my soul, my heart.

"You have what I look for, what I long for, what I love,
you have it.
The fist of my heart is beating, calling.
I thnak the stories for you.
I thank your mother and father
and death who has not seen you.
I thank the air for you.
You are elegant wheat,
delicate as the outline of your body.
I have never loved a slender woman
but you have my made my hands fall in love,
you moored my desire,
you caught my eyes like two fish.
And for this I am at your door, waiting."

Jaime Sabines

Happy Birthday, H.

5 comments:

Horacio said...

beautiful poem,
thanks beautiful you.

i can't believe i'm turning 26 again, i'm starting to get bored of being twenty something over and over again

Ginger As in Green Tea... said...

You young pup you.

Erica said...

Feliz cumpleaƱos, H!

John B-R said...

Nice theft Ginger. Happy Day Horacio. Yesterday my son Sam turned 30 ...

ernesto Priego said...

Ay