You Are Dangerous!

"For now,
I am miles from you.
By day, I wade through strange cities;
By night, I sit in motel rooms
In the company of bad art and unsent postcards;
And if all I can be to you is a memory:
Remember me"

This poem is such a gentle picture of love and longing. Sarah weaves the story of seperated lovers whose memory of eachother is strong enough to transcend time and space. This poem has been in my top ten for almost a year now and, for some reason, I woke up with it on my mind.

Enjoy!

You Are Dangerous
BY Sarah McKinstry Brown

Listen

Because you look like my father
And you taste like water.

Because in this circus
You do not juggle flame or paint your face but
Pitch the tent;
Your sweat falls
Unnoticed on dirt;
Planting salty seeds to grow whole oceans
For the women you love to swim in;
So that
When you come to them,
Towel in hand
They will tell you,
Honestly,
Lungs at half mast in half
Sleep:

"I am doing swimmingly,"

And you'll both go under, breathless.

You are dangerous,
Bent on one knee, hell bent on loving me
While the earth around us spins about,
Drunk on its own neon sermons and nursery Rhymes,
You wait,

Full of silence,
A piano in the palm of a wheat field at dusk;
This is hardly common,
And you have everything in common with dreams;
It is thus your eloquent bones
Startle me.

For now,
I am miles from you.
By day, I wade through strange cities;
By night, I sit in motel rooms
In the company of bad art and unsent postcards;
And if all I can be to you is a memory:
Remember me,
A still life of woman in want of your company,
Return to me again and again.
Because tonight, even the moon
Is on your side;
Persistent, she wills her light into my window,
A floodlight burning your skyline into my heart.