post-modern love poetry
i don't know why,
but i want to write love poetry,
and not just any love poetry,
but the sort of love poem that
goes on and on,
like a forest stream
or the wind
through your hair
on a summer's night
that never seems to end
like this sentence,
flowing forever
blissfully
with seemingly no care
for the petty confines
of grammar, or
meter,
but it still holds you,
wraps us,
connects you to me
through word and sound
and thought and idea
for even though
you're not here
and even though
i don't know
who you are
i long for you
to hold me
as i long to hold you
i only have this poem—
this nothing—
that means nothing
and everything
but even it has to
end.