February 23, 2005

mars & Venus

Women are the poetry of the world.

Men know we are not complete without them.
The anticipation of rhyme sustains and breaks us
without a sonnet's breath. In half the time of haiku.

We search our hearts for words like we are playing Scrabble. Furious. Intent. Goal-oriented. Determined not to be the only one left without a good word worth rhyming.

A woman's naked body may come close. As we learn how two souls can begin to rhyme. But then we see. That only hearts can rhyme. Only hearts can rhyme.

(That's from Bern & Chris, and I know they have a blog, but they didn't include the URL in the email, and I can't recall it right now. Please include your URL if you want a link.)