on love

* thoughts after having seen "the illusionist" by sylvain chomet



i will buy you red shoes

for you to dance in

will buy you

white heels to match the coat

that you thought

i made

magically

appear



i will let you believe

that things appear from

behind your ears

and that with one wave

flick

of my wrist

all that you wish for will be granted



i will give you 3 of my 6

cobalt blue glasses

till the point that you have broken 2

and i am down by 4

later to return to 6



i will bury my letter to you

under the ducks and garden gnome

beneath (one of)

your favorite

backyard trees



i will drink champagne to your memory

and plant roses on ice

and sit on the edge of the deck

(sobbing) with my back to your now unmoving rocking chairs

and remember how you would pull slivers from my feet



i will be angry at you for 34.5 years

writing you words that no eyes should ever see

until finally the words appear

that can be sent

and we have

peace



i will raise the arms of my heart in surrender

letting you in

and one day almost one year to the day

letting you go

whispering with the note

"magicians do not exist"


-- kim thompson. posted on a thursday (3 march) but written on a tuesday and wednesday. seoul. s.korea