"Measure" is a poem about my true love, Mario, and an event that actually happened.
|At the Cairo Hospital...looking at my true love.|
couples choose to measure love
restaurant for a candle-lit dinner...”
“...a two-carat diamond..."
Measures of love, compared,
with spurred talons,
I don't want to play.
(I once ordered Maine lobster at market price),
("I'm not gonna fall for those overpriced,
His idea of a roaring fire is at the end of a good cigar.
But... he puts the seat down, replaces light bulbs,
all of my dead weight, as I
tried to act normal, plodding
up stairs in Cairo—uneven stone
with candy wrappers. Women in black
Were they afraid of death? Did they think I was cursed?
leaned away from my shadow as we passed them, with his
a few more steps…” And I took one up, and then two,
The strength of his arms and his whispers.
When the self is a weak, bleeding, staggering
thing, and the world is a bleak place with
long, stony paths, all uneven, he steadies me.
Even more, he believes I can do it and tells me,
and I get there with him, one step at a time.
He knows my pain and walks beside me
On steps like these,
too weak and bloodless
and expects nothing. He never leaves.
This is the measure of my true love’s heart.