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Thu, Feb. 15th, 2007, 12:01 am
Creative Act, 2/14

A Valentine’s poem (much as I hate Valentine’s Day) for the man I love.


Here I am, your block of wood:
shape me. I am knots and whorls,
heart of oak, every touch
against the grain, and yet,
at the brush of your hand
I bend and quake. Embrace me.
With patient lips you’ve worn
my splinters plane-smooth.
From deep within, form rises
through my skin. Remake me.
I’m a book, I’m a mast,
a chair, a door, a sled.
I’m a barrel, a dock,
a night-time violin.
Wood knows its kin.
I am what I’ve been.
Take me.