Ellipis

(for Keith)

I will send you my heart STOP
But what is left out of it
Would make a blind man’s fingers weep STOP
I cannot go on paying eighteen drachmas each
For words that fail to fill a page,
For words that fill your eyes STOP
Good God, just listen to elision if you can;
Just listen to each round omitted syllable
And know what I cannot afford to tell:
That I do love STOP That I do love you

 

Hydrography
The fingers of your right hand form a vee
Which meets and intersects my left hand’s vee:
Valley to valley, we.
My body in your bed creates a vee
Which, face to feet, is grafted to your vee:
Valley to valley, we.
What I may give you simplified to this:
I, a river valley, meet your river valley’s kiss.