Her friend says,
"I hope you find a love that lasts forever."
I found it in her voice, her words,
Her fortress of feelings
Barely showing the first breech.
Battering rams won't work with her;
I tried scaling the wall—cut myself with glass.
Then I shot flaming arrows
Into the courtyard…
They burned themselves out;
She stomped the embers.
But she missed one and
That ember will glow far into her nights.
I am waiting for the breech to widen,
Cover me with the hard stones of her heart
So that I can pick up each one and
Wash it in the stream of my love.
I am waiting.
I am patient.
I am in love.
© Anne 2008