I
want to write poem about your face. Especially in the morning, when the light
of the sun hit your face with an incredible sweetness. That’s the joy speaking,
and a little of sadness too. It’s amazing what a ray of sunshine can do that I
can’t. I would love to write poem about your face, but I can’t find the words that
can even begin to describe you. I thought maybe a picture could complete what’s
missing… but no, even that, even that can’t, because we never look like our
pictures, it’s insane ! And I can’t compete with the sun.
I
have words, lots of them actually, but what can I write ? You see there,
that little sparkle in your eyes, there’s poetry here. Your smile ? Forget
about that, even the sun can’t compete. I swear, when your swollen lips create
that beautiful smile of yours, I swear there’s poetry here too. So maybe if not
my words, but other ones ? Maybe Margaret Atwood’s, or E. E. Cumming’s ?
But no, this is not written poetry,
it’s floating poetry. And I can’t touch what’s impalpable, I can’t compete with
that !
You
have to trust me, I want to write poem about your face. Especially in the
morning because of the light, but really, the light is just an excuse so that I
can finally see what poetry is.
