I am often asked whether I write my love poems for my husband. It’s a funny question really since some of the poems are break up poems or for people in a long distance relationship or even people who have kids and none of the above applies to us.
This poem is one of the few that I did write for him though. 2011/2012.
I’m releasing my collection of love-themed poems next week, here in Kampala (at last) and my hope is that everyone who reads them will have a good memory of love rekindled or a hope for love birthed.
Okay, here’s the poem.
I would like to write you a letter and
hope you understand or
maybe a song would have more power?
I would like to slice my chest open
And put my heart on a table where
We could sit and in detailed fashion
Discuss its intricacies; how the red fluid coursing through each vein and artery
is madly in love with you.
I cannot say it for the wind might dilute it
Or sing it for the birds might steal it
And a little child hum it and then
It will be just another lyric.
So I will be silent and hope
That my eyes show it.