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This is another in my series of poems taken from Tobin Mueller's poetry book, Falling Past Love. I condensed the original, with Tobin's help and blessings, to make it work better as a spoken piece. I dedicate this one to my wife, Jackie.
The song art is by Jan Ternald, modified for this setting.
The song art is by Jan Ternald, modified for this setting.
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Lyrics
I have tried
to balance you against the weights of the world,
to count you like change amid the clutter of my pockets,
to fit you within the rows and columns of the daily crossword,
to read you like a box score at the bottom of the screen.
To find you in prayers, behind altars, between bookmarked pages.
But I do not love you within the world. I love you before it.
There is you. And there is the world.
My love makes God a verb.
You god me. I god you. We god Us.
It is that simple. Your love remakes me a greater I am.
Ours was my Beginning, is Now and ever shall Be,
and all else tumbles out after, Amen.
My love drills happy holes through my body,
places for you to slide, caught and wanting.
And if there are holes left behind, I guard them like holy places.
And float lighter than tracing paper past the galleries of masters.
This is ease. This is breath. This is what dreams come to.
Love as simple as soap.
I wash off all unwanted complications,
when your mouth opens
into mine.
© 2000-2005 Tobin James Mueller
to balance you against the weights of the world,
to count you like change amid the clutter of my pockets,
to fit you within the rows and columns of the daily crossword,
to read you like a box score at the bottom of the screen.
To find you in prayers, behind altars, between bookmarked pages.
But I do not love you within the world. I love you before it.
There is you. And there is the world.
My love makes God a verb.
You god me. I god you. We god Us.
It is that simple. Your love remakes me a greater I am.
Ours was my Beginning, is Now and ever shall Be,
and all else tumbles out after, Amen.
My love drills happy holes through my body,
places for you to slide, caught and wanting.
And if there are holes left behind, I guard them like holy places.
And float lighter than tracing paper past the galleries of masters.
This is ease. This is breath. This is what dreams come to.
Love as simple as soap.
I wash off all unwanted complications,
when your mouth opens
into mine.
© 2000-2005 Tobin James Mueller
TobinMueller
This turned out great. Your voice is fantastic, your edits
perfect, and this spin you put on a few lines, especially
the way you break up "My love makes God... a verb" is
wonderful. Thrillingly romantic. Great job. Can't wait to
work on the next one with you!