A Poem with No Name

A Poem with No Name

(just between me and my pillow)

I’ve been gathering wildflowers

since that night I gazed up at you

last year and you told me

I was beautiful inside and out

and now...each word you choose

a fragrant spring blossom that

calls me by name

incredible…meaning almost impossible to believe

But I’m as real as the earth in my eyes

the stars in my tears

the scars on the contoured map of my body

and the unseen hidden sacred places

called this woman…

And you call me María

remind me of my sacred prayer

to be blessed to have a friend-for-life-true-love

not to grow old with but stay young with

a partner who will have my back

take care of me

let me take care of him

who will tell me like you’ve told me

that I’m beautiful inside and out

that I’m a great human, a great writer, a great inspiration

a reflection that you see that is merely your own

and you know it like I know it as I write this poem

or perhaps you know

that one way to a poet’s heart

is through the magic of words

spoken with courage and truth and deep laughter, sometimes soft

like the edges of your curled lips when you smile

or perhaps through six hour conversations

through hotspots connecting

the dots from BK to the Boogie Down

on a cold winter night when the conversation

finally must end and

all I dream of

is you.

© 2012 Mariposa