your eyes are like dark caves,
in each cave is a meditator.
Each meditator conceives of god and emptiness
yet wants to kiss you even more
than I.
A letter to Samantha could say this:
my mind is like a maze,
in this maze is a guitar with no strings.
Each time you look at me
a song writes itself and spills over
the stars and the dawn and the moon.
Each time you
born laughing.
A letter to Samantha could say this:
you move like a dove in ecstatic revelation.
You sing like
I’m not in
But I am in love.
© 2011 Danny Gunzburg
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