without looking at the words. I want to draw a picture of you
without setting my hat on fire. I want to swing you around in an open field
without thinking something's bound to go wrong. I want to touch your hands
without resorting to an old map found buried in a book on fairies.
To run with you in the downpour without looking for a fast easy
way in. Want to remember your face because it's resting in my fingers like a cherry
pit. I want to sit with you in front of the ocean without
planning to take one shell. I want to find you in a garden
without thinking I should remove my shoes first and put them under a
rose bush for safe keeping. I want to give you that dance without dropping all blanks
in the chamber for good luck. I want to embrace your name without
jumping into an unmade ditch of spears head first. Want to drink your
trance without going home and putting myself to bed afterwards. I want to
play my guitar like a wounded warrior without having to explain the nature of all scars.
I want to leave my most careless poems on your doorstep without having
to fold up all the moonbeams into neat little rows before I go.dp
Darryl Price has published dozens of chapbooks, and his poems have appeared in many journals.
http://blog.fictionaut.com/ 2011/08/22/monday-chat-with- darryl-price/
http://fuddyduddyfan. wordpress.com/2010/06/04/ darryl-price-a-poet/
Holding Your Light by Darryl Price(Pudding House)ISBN:1-58998-262-2