Fiona Sorel Love, Trust and You:April 20/06

A Drabble From the English Room

A voice in soft soprano

Singing over phones

To sheltered ears

That could not hear

Your love,

Love,

Love,

Why do you love?

There is no position I can take

Nor idea that I can conceive

That simply lets me know

Just why you love me so.

And I wish my words

Could tumble off my tongue

And play upon my lips

And say what thoughts

(Oh, what beautiful thoughts!)

Of you,

Just you,

Linger in these salty drops.

Oh, tears!

I weep of joy

And for joy,

For without joy how could I weep of it?

How could I cry due to it?

How would its startling rise break upon me

And show you that I care

For you,

For you,

For you,

And only you.

Of whom reads to me upon a phone,

Of love,

Love lost,

And subtle undertones.

And I sit and listen

To every syllable of speech.

Your breath:

So close, so near,

Tangible, in reach,

Without the nuance of

Your breath upon my

Tearstained cheek.

…

Your beautiful words

Given to me

…

And I try to say my thoughts,

(Sweet loving thoughts)

But the comparison is poor

And seeing my opportunity I lay them,

I lay them on the brisk white paper.

The ones that were so conveniently left behind,

From my school writings of another kind

And I write.

Please listen,

Listen,

And if nothing else,

Just listen

Because unlike ears

(Oh, tainted things!)

Used,

Trained,

So very one sided…

My ears.

Do not have my ears,

But use your own and hear:

Love,

Love,

Love,

My Love,

Your Love

And the love that’s in-between

The love I have to give

And the love that’s always been

Trust me

And know me

And I will know you

Trust you

And in knowing you

Trusting you

Because I know you.

Repetitive

But how thoughts often are

No direction unless it be towards

Some affection of the heart.

OH!

Affection, affliction

A seeming interchangeability

That holds not true

And it is all for the love of you.