Our love is not the short courtly kind but upstream, down, long inside — enjambed, enjoined, conjoined, and jammed, it's you, enkindler, enlarger, jampacked man of many stanzas, my enheartener – love runs on from line to you, from line to me and me to you, from river to sea and sea to land, hits a careless coast, meanders way across the globe — land ahoy! water ahoy! — love with no end, my waters go wherever you are, my stream of consciousness.
From Bear by Karen Chase. Copyright © 2008 by Karen Chase. Used by permission of Cavankerry Press. All rights reserved.