My fiance and I stayed up past midnight with our flashlights and read the first five sections of
It felt like camping; like a secret.
I can remember loving poetry all my life. I remember loving the intricate lace of language. The taste and tecture of words. But this was the first time I shared it with someone that way.
The phrases popped in my mouth, on my tongue, in the way they were meant to…
I am certain now that poetry is meant to be shared in love, lamented in loss, raised up and out of our throats in heightened states so that we may see the light in it: the spaces between each and every vowel waiting to be wrenched open.
Share some Poetry with those you love!