My Life
My life is more than my life,
More than possession can define.
My life is your life:
Because of you I refer to things as ours.
Resignation
Who would topple the pillars
Of his heart to be a lover
In the rubble?
Who would resign himself
To a fate of apple skins
And compost?
Once More, Before I Sleep
Once more, before I sleep,
I must write to you,
For though old words and old decisions
Gather dust, and sometimes
Furnish this corner or that corner,
The present comes through like
A hot, Hawaiian rain, and rearranges
My thoughts and my hopes.
All the words we’ve exchanged
Lie in a corner of your heart,
Gathering dust or burning black
And then disappearing into a dream;
I have burned through what is flammable
And still something remains–I remain,
Littered with ashes and old thoughts.
Having disappeared, like a stick of incense,
Today’s love has left us a thick scent
That filled the bedroom of our hearts
And, being too scared to leave through a window,
Hid in the curtains and the sheets.
Now my weariness leads me to my bed.
I am drawn to the sheets as though
You were waiting there for me:
The smoothness of your skin,
The lava of your passion,
The curve and the glitter of your body
Cooled by the night into obsidian.
Certain stars shape your nude geology.
Certain dreamers uproot your dreams,
And a certain tumult made from your
Eyes and your love a mineral,
Worn smooth by its creation–
A necklace or scent left
By a young lover’s careless passion.
Written on Sunday, May 4th, 2003
The Two Seasons
I went looking for overflowing dreams
And lost them in shadowless days.
Someone let the children roam
And forgot to call you back.
Praise
Praise me with the love in your eyes,
Clear, like water in a beaker,
So that I may measure myself against you.
For sound only makes the water bubble,
And words are the worst praise I’ve ever heard.
Quiet One
Quiet one, you whisper to me with a laden heart,
And your words break upon my ear
Like an atom of fog, dissolving into day.
Beginnings
I’ve fallen for a woman I’ve never seen;
That is, if eyes are the only source
That vision gives,
And the heart the body does not outlive.
O, Your Eyes
O, your eyes, I’ve gone so long
Without their gaze, passed
So many nights beneath
Slate skies hewn from stoney
Evenings, witnessed
All the earth’s fury in an orange
The Mind & the Heart
My heart says,
“Give her all that you are and you will become
More than you have ever been.”
My mind says,
“Learn from the past.”
About Me
Andy Posner
I am the Founder & CEO of Capital Good Fund, a nonprofit social venture seeking to tackle poverty through financial services. I am also a writer, poet, cyclist, and avid reader. Enjoy my blog!