0008 A Love Poem In A New Old Language

Wilfrid Chin Sue says that poetry is about ‘about’, and thank you Wilf for that, and thanks too from us poets all to e.e.cummings for reminding us that lurking in the words between the words we give most value to like nouns and verbs and adjectives are the words that hint, about the presence of the subtle so here’s a love poem about your about because when it comes down or up to it, it’s all about just what’s about you – like the scent you loved to use which brought and brings you into an empty room and the things you left about which speak of you more subtly even than your scent and your near… ah yes, your near…that's never far from me and your around that made eyes light up, with life and joy and love and your between which I shall not speak (about) and the because of our true together which I could write (about) endlessly because of its endless, its inexplicable, its because which reminds me of your beyond, which I would not write (about) in case I wept, or failed, or failed and wept oh so many other, being one but most of all I miss your around