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True Love ~ A Valentine.
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- True Love -
A Valentine.
I can just hear you sigh.
Like most of us, you think
Hallmark, Hollywood, saccharin,
all so ignobly imprinted in
the cultural flotsam
of the word
valentine.
Doubtless
you think romance,
Eros, when I’m getting at something
beyond shiny surfaces, ever-
after concepts.
Something that pulls one
to another one like earth pulls
life on earth to her rocky
fire-breathing self.
For it is
a force of nature,
a sacrosanct law,
this draw to another,
to the singular beauty
that is true of him, her,
them, however unaware
they may be as to what is
essentially true and
deeply beautiful
of them.
(Or you,
routinely made
castaways of the
marrowed paradise
to which we
are born.)
It is gold
one must mine,
sifting through the
silt of streams rushing,
ever rushing —
of hurts, longings,
mute to the world,
music you alone can
hear; of loss and ridicule,
sorrows that somehow you
fathom in the dark vast pitch
of their gaze; of currents that
speak primal tongues of long
ancient wanderings, fecund
wilderness in every touch;
of differences written
in the code of
forgetting
what it is
to be as
formless
as air.
So familiar
in this breath drawn
with your own.
It is rugged endurance
when we are sold
glitter and glue.
Grit borne of
mountains far
beyond reach
— scale —
so mighty.
We’re loth to speak the word
love. Knowing well the desolation
of its absence, we are not yet
conversant with its presence
in polite conversation.
Trued, it forsakes nothing
but the interlope
of doubt and
falsehood.
For it cannot be
otherwise. It sees
with the muscular eyes
of the heart that can hold
brokenness with such
finitude, such delicacy,
no matter the tempests,
the masks worn and
shed, the distances
traversed, blazed,
in this, the smallest
of cosmic spaces.
It is the loss
of self finding itself over
and over again
home.
It is Valentine’s Day
and this is my valentine.
A remonstrance to the
astroturf of this terrain.
It's not pretty.
It’s heavenly.
For it is grassland,
sweeping, savage,
holy and alive.
It gets muddied, parched,
rutted with use and age and season, and still,
it reaches again and again up
to the sun kissing it
softly,
surely,
for it knows
this flesh as
its own.
—Eve Moore
Photo credit: Eve Moore
**
Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.
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