A Love To Rewrite The World

Poignant poetry by Linda M. Crate

kiss me

beneath the

moonlight,

in the coldest

summer rain;

beneath the cloudy

somber song of a day

without sun

and in the sunshine, too;

let’s make love

beneath the stars—

i’ll house your dreams,

and you can house mine;

we’ll grow together supporting

each others roots as

tulips and hyacinths do—

let me be your hyacinth woman,

and you can be my tulip lady;

i’ll write you so many poems

that no one will ever forget

your name;

and they’ll write scriptures

of us in the constellations of

the stars because our love

will rewrite the world.