speaking of love (you) in fifteen words

[harborshore]

I can't decide whether I'm feeling whimsical or mopey today. A bit of both? A meme, anyway. Love poems in fifteen words, last seen in kickingrad's journal. This is the one I posted over there:

Walk the horizon ending with me,
steal my breath, tip me
headfirst into the ocean.


But when it's poetry, it's hard to stop at fifteen.



Like this:


Trees shaking, bending low. I turn
my face up, up, meeting the storm.


Or like this:


Folded, your wings stay safe
in my linen closet. I pick up
stray feathers, silver.


No, actually:


Letting go is like giving up,
is like all the songs
going silent at once.


But the first one is still my favorite, I think.