To Be In Love - Gwendolyn Brooks

To Be In Love, By Gwendolyn BrooksTo be in love  Is to touch with a lighter hand.  In yourself you stretch, you are well.  You look at things  Through his eyes.  A cardinal is red.  A sky is blue.  Suddenly you know he knows too.  He is not there but  You know you are tasting together  The winter, or a light spring weather.  His hand to take your hand is overmuch.  Too much to bear.  You cannot look in his eyes  Because your pulse must not say  What must not be said.  When he  Shuts a door-  Is not there_  Your arms are water.  And you are free  With a ghastly freedom.  You are the beautiful half  Of a golden hurt.  You remember and covet his mouth  To touch, to whisper on.  Oh when to declare  Is certain Death!  Oh when to apprize  Is to mesmerize,  To see fall down, the Column of Gold,  Into the commonest ash.  Support the showPoems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree