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As much as it is possible for one human being to own another wholly
I belong to you, Annabelle
You were always so devoutly Catholic, you prayed for me each night
You gave yourself to something big
You asked for my salvation, spread holy water on my forehead with your fingers
I went through the motions—that is love.
They asked me, do I belong to God? and I said yes
I belong to you, Annabelle
I try to capture a strand of your windy, cloudy, stormy hair
I pounce on it with ink-stained hands,
To contain your essence, to share your wilderness with the uninspired masses
Words looped in cursive across the sky
Speaking only of the moonstruck poetess, beguiled
I belong to you, Annabelle
If you wanted to, you could bottle up my soul -- a green glowing spirit
growing and diminishing, drawing shadows across your dusty floor
I would make shapes for you, a rabbit, a giraffe
And, if you asked, I would snuff myself out just to let you sleep
I belong to you, Annabelle
and only, only you
2 comments:
God, I absolutely *adore* this. For reals. I really, really, really love it. It's soo beautiful and evocative. And also recalls Annabelle Lee which is my favorite Poe poem, and as you may know, I at one point had memorized. I never want to assume an allusion but the allusion works perfectly here, imo.
But gosh, I just really, really love this. :)
Thanks, Liz. It's from a much longer poem- http://mandyofthesea.blogspot.com/2009/11/sappy-love-poem.html. But I thought it got to sappy ^^* When did you make all these comments anyway?
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