Thursday, October 25, 2012

Untitled Oli nō Hōpoe (first draft)

many men have told my story
have uttered your name into speech
have carved it into stone and pepa
some part of you 
and i 
live forever in the margins between sound and solid
but no man
no woman 
or soul
no body has written or known the words we shared
no one ever attempted at their brilliance
those parts of us were only held in body
in leo
stay carved in the creases of my palms
so that every part of this earth i hold - has a moment to know your touch
because maybe our words are best kept for two
but the manner in which you glided over and danced with papa deserves to be shouted from my palms

so i will resist
as i always have
the letting go of the ocean of you that often tries to fall through me
i will hold so tight these hua
so that they may lay still in the center of my belly
when feelings swell like oceans
in memory of the site of you
evaporating into sky
a brush burning into night
after too many mournings
of my body being worthy of the name distance
those parts of you we shared in quiet
i promise, 
they will not spill open

because it is right that only this earth knows of the words we planted
only the lehua can ever claim our love
it is right
even if they too are gone now

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