Poem: Indulgence

Tonight I somehow had the luxury of having time to read some, write some, in silence. No TV, relatively few demands from he outside world. With three kids at home this is a rare thing indeed!

So I had time to add some lines to a few that came to me on my drive home tonight:

Tonight I request the pleasure of your presence. And nothing else.

Not your considerable charms. Not the entertainments of your smile.

Just the You of you. Here with me.

To do Nothing In Particular. To be blessed and idle.

(How indulgent! How extravagant! How deliciously deviant

would be a night of nothing shared with you!)

No silence is awkward if it is welcome.

It is not Boredom if you don’t call it so.

Every empty space need not be filled.

With me on one side and with you on the other,

Such blessed space is all I need.

Poem: The Preferable Fire

Found something I wrote a year ago that I forgot. I wonder how many pieces of myself I’ve left out there, unremembered and uncataloged. Anyway it’s a piece of poetry I’m almost not too embarrassed to share:

I can offer you only my life.

Having been with you longer than not

My life is as much yours as it was ever mine.

I have nothing else to offer, nothing

that is not made cheaper by saying that I own it.

My love for you is a friction between the man I am

and the one I am becoming for you.

Love demands friction, which

sparks the glow of my better nature.

St. Augustine says a man’s heart can never truly rest;

he cannot escape relentless desire.

So if indeed my soul must burn,

Yours is the preferable fire.
— Cody Clark, 2011