I’m an either/or kind of person. I don’t believe in the middle, perhaps I was never comfortable at limbo. I don’t believe in Zodiac signs though I enjoy reading them, I’m a Leo. Yeah, the only characteristics of one that I vividly remember is loyalty. In High School, math, physics and chemistry was never my bestfriend but Literature made me swoon and fall on my knees. My favorite poem was How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Browning; call me extremist and overly exaggerated but the romantic in me crushes over this poem. Here’s an ode to Ms. Browning.
How Do I Love A Boy?
How do I love a boy? Let me forget my hands because my fingers can’t count.
I’d love a boy passed his unfashionable folded pants,
between the lyrics of his headphoned ears through his day,
and beneath his golden shattered heart.
If Hades’ chains were unleashed and Pandora were more naive,
I’d whisper to the living and the dead to bring Pangea at the front line.
I’d love the boy who knew the middle of my back,
whose words with the oceans’ depths,
and a perpetual faith because it’s all he knows.
I’d love Him more than God’s words combined,
My love for Him is conveyed in scripts and stories of the greatest Greats
and I’d love Him even when he takes off his cape before the world darkens.
I love the boy who knew the future and the past of me
as my present still lingers between the clock,
I love the boy who stirred my thundering storms to transform them into rainbows,
and I love the boy who’s heart pressed on to mine
to coax budding stories to become.
How do I love the boy? Let me forget my hands because my fingers can’t count.