Pain and Poetry

Friday, February 09, 2007

I have found pain to be a truer messenger
than ever pleasure could be.
When I step into icy waters,
Frothy ocean breakers
a babbling crystal mountain stream
And the icy fingers like knives shoot up my legs
I am reminded by this,
more than any other sensation,
that indeed, I am alive.
A corpse feels not pain.
And so with you.
The pain that grips me even now in separation
Bears witness, sure and true
to the depth of my love
A witness that no pleasure, no matter how great
Has ever borne.