Prose poem by Koon Woon -- how I have longed for you...

Do you know how long have I longed for you? I had moved about like a dinosaur, not expecting the age of demise. Now we are in the temperate zone, green foliage fans out like banana leaves, hummingbirds in the purple clover, and small waterfalls accentuate the lost deep woods. I will find you here, now.

 

You are beautiful the way you have treated me, just ordinary, like any other Sam or Joe, not Samuel or Joseph, just Sam or Joe, and as Sam and Joe I will perform for you, the culinary sinks, the domestic cutting board, a formulated plan on the stove, and love, love at the end of the night tunnel…

 

This is not coerced; it is contractual and will not contract. Its vast personal dimensions will expand further to include all your whims, your humor, your not so-ordinary intellect, and the warm embrace I expect to melt in…

 

There is I poem I wrote long ago:

 

     Love me when I am old

No need to love me when I am young,
because I can only love myself then.
No need to kiss me under the apple bough,
as any pair of fair arms would me arouse.

But love me, love me when I am old,
when the extremities of me grow cold,
when neither food nor drink will do.
For all the years that we drift through,
pretending we each other didn’t know,
now love me, love me as we stand in snow.

 

I am old now! That’s a fact. But when I look at you. Time is forever present. Love is now.

 

 

Koon Woon