and again I Love You

Surfer girl at Huntington beach. Painting by Kate Tova

And comes Monday and Tuesday, Wednesday
and Thursday, Friday and Saturday,
Sunday and again today, — and again I love you.
Nor the time and nor the distance doesn’t change
this chemistry, this endless harmony.
Nothing, absolutely nothing can pass through
this prolonged and the profound longing which
becomes from time to time a material, an unreal,
a diaphanous felt through the veins, through the flight,
through the trees, through a full moon, and
what’s to come. It’s today, again and again, I love you.
Imaginary, put your hand on my chest and rotate it
in the direction of the sun for turning my heart back
in time, teaching it to beat as if would beat
at your chest as if both could beat far and closer,
through the snowflakes… inside us.
It’s today again, and again I love you.
Take my pulse to my wrist and count my years with
yours, and without ours, and then paints my shoulders
with the calendar of our love… Doesn’t seem
that’s looking like the map of the world?
We have the north, we have the south, we have sunrise,
we have the sunset and the falling stars. We have
hours of poetry and fear. We have magical days and
seasons, and… it’s today again, and again, I love you.
Compasses, watches, thermometers, our ignorance,
our unseen colors and the shadows hid through
the lights in a fog caught in the gold, which measures
our darkness in one thought, it’s surfin for us, therefore,
our love’s without blame, it’s like the light offered by flowers,
and only because it’s today again, and again I Love You.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Kyd the Band

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