first, my small fingers
untie his laces–he smiles
ties them up again
this was our first game
he made tight bows to stop me
and I freed them all
each new knot
a complex duel
of digits
***thought I would share my first memory in this set of haiku
I am re-blogging this, since there seems to be a theme of instrumental love running through WordPress today–this is GREAT!
Strum me like a guitar
Play me softly up and down
Like a Spanish melody
Soothing to the soul
Pleasing to the ears
Only your ears
Play me like a guitar
Hard and raw
Like a rockstar
Pumping adrenaline to hearts
As fists fly in the air
And heads collide in delight
Play and
Strum me
Like a guitar
we play each other
your fingers my strings
my mouth your instrument
all one in this us
this resonating joy we practice
shaped with lips & fingertips
let fingers trace
the lines of erosion
that write us here,
or here, the genome
the new text of our beginnings
scripted in DNA
chemical language
that says less of genesis
and more of meiosis
how primal threads separate,
split and braid together
in predictable sequences
a cursive spelling us
we are woven here
but where
in this map of nucleotides
is the gene for poetry
the locus of passion
the mutation of hate
or the sequence
of wonder
let’s live a day
breaking Newton’s law
shift roof to floor
in child-like play
& we can
fall out of bed
to the ceiling
& maybe swim in sky
the way fish do water
& it will not matter
how deep we dive
until we pass moon
Susan Daniels Poetry 