one was one with two who
held her hands with three but
three and four had climbed the
highest hill and there found five
whose legs entwined with six.
if sixes sex with three
hurt four she never wept
but hair held firm by five
she bowed in bliss undreamt.
and six and five in drunk
en night found newfound ope
en ness as anger bled
to sweetly bitten flesh.
oh for four’s joy did six
seek out new ways to cry
out love as kindled flame
burnt bright like evening stars.
and three and five in sinn
pull rut found answers to
their swollen savagery
and soaking sweat did laugh.
but one was one for two
and for no other one
and two and one watched as
the foolish world counts by like
though true love were but a sum.
My dearest,
I have read a number of your poems so far and I must say that this one along with “things that I love” and “remainder” and “beauty” are my favorites. I also do not quite understand “the.alphabet.scored.” and was hoping that you could explain it to me at some point, unless, of course, it is not meant to be understood and just pondered.
Much love to you and the poety, I love reading your poems and letters, they give me peace of mind and I can hear your voice reading to me sometimes. They help me miss you a wee little bit less.
all my love,
Carolyn