My Wedding Poem for Meegan

We're married!

We had a fantastic wedding and reception on Oct. 13th! We're humbled and thankful for all of our family and friends that came to celebrate with us.

We just returned yesterday (10/20) from our honeymoon on the Mayan Riviera in Mexico. It was absolutely the best honeymoon imaginable - all because of Meegan. She is truly unbelievable. I am so proud to be her husband. She is the most beautiful, intelligent, funny, touching, sweet, exciting, and sexy woman on Earth - and she's my wife!

In keeping with the complete transformation of this blog into the official Poems for Meegan Blog, I'm posting the latest poem I've written for her.

I wrote this as a wedding gift for Meegan, but it will never be a finished poem.
Love is an infinite mystery.
My life with Meegan is an endless adventure.
I will always find more of her to know and love.

I Didn’t Know

I had no doubt,
when I first saw you,
given the chance,
I would love you.

I knew
I would love your body,
your skin,
your hair . . . your hair.

I didn’t know
I’d love to hear your sleepy, southern voice
stretch your a’s into sexy curves
and rub smooth your r’s.

I didn’t know
I’d love the taste
of coffee and cream
in your Saturday morning kiss.

I didn’t know
I’d love the little girl
who giggles, “Kitty cat!”
when she spots one nearby.

I didn’t know
I’d love the feeling
of falling backwards into the sky
when I see you smile.

I didn’t know
I would get dizzy watching you
while I walk toward you
and dizzier still when you walk toward me.

I didn’t know,
before your touch,
that my soul was spread out thin
and inhabited my skin.

I didn’t know,
before you,
that I could be this loved
or love this much.

(© 2007 SPH. All Rights Reserved.)

Could You Find Me?

Posting this for Meegan. Final version, baby.



Could You Find Me?


Could you find me?
In the early morning
drifting between the pines
with the smell of loam and salt
and pine needles
crunched beneath my steps

Could you find me?
On a dusty barefoot trail
between pecan tree shadows
at the edge of a scorching Georgia cotton field
where mysteries shimmer, silver-blue on cotton leaves
and dragonflies
and the ghost of a dead snake
hover around me.

Listen for me.
I'm tripping along the train tracks,
curving through the darkness,
with a penny that my father gave me
warm and flattened
in my hand
in my pocket.

Look for me.
I'm floating in the gloaming
on the big muddy river
past the island
where my father's white stone
fades to gray.

Do you see me out there?
I'm rustling through the saw-blade corn leaves,
covered in pollen and smelling like
grass and honey.

I might have been difficult to see
quiet in German forests
covered in green and brown like all the others
You may not have noticed me
a speck of sand
in an African desert
my boots worn
and white with salt

Could you find me out there
like you found me
in my blue shirt
in the coffee shop?
It seemed so easy,
but I had to travel so long
so far
so alone
to get to where
you found me.




(© 2007 SPH. All Rights Reserved.)

Blue

You guessed it. Another poem for Meegan. Written to cover her coffee on June 27th.

All of the poems I write for Meegan are connected to conversations we've had and have references in them that only she will recognize. Sometimes they refer back to earlier poems. This one has both, including a reference to the first poem I wrote for her, "Heart-Shaped Parachute".

For any of my friends that read this, we have a wedding date set! Finally. October 13th. I know it's not cool and all to be a single guy looking forward to getting married, but I truly am looking forward to it. I love her more everyday. On October 13th, I just get to tell everyone about that. Well, everyone that's there that hasn't already read it here.

This was inspired by a theme from a Lucinda Williams song by the same name. No resemblance to her sublime work of art, however. On to the poem . . .


Blue

You are blue
not sad
but sometimes that

No, you are the blue
of morning twilight
and new horizons
enchanting, exciting
hopeful and mysterious

I am still falling
into your blue sky smile
so full of hope
stretched out by more love
than a man can fathom

You are my blue
infinite, oceanic
yet as delicate as the blue in shadows
and raindrops

You are my blue
and I am yours





(© 2007 SPH. All Rights Reserved.)

Everything

Another poem for Meegan - written to cover her coffee in the morning on June 4th. Meegan likes these posted here. I'm a little hesitant about posting them because these morning notes don't get polished up, but she enjoys them. Maybe someone else will also. Although, as I'm sure anyone can understand, that's not important.



Everything


I watched you sleep
your hands
clutching the blanket beneath your chin
your cat-eyes closed
your face relaxed
beautiful

You
so small there
in our bed
in our room
at the edge of the forest
on this spinning blue marble
in the vastness of nothing

You
impossible that you are mine
I cannot contain you
You grin and stretch
like a cat
out into the universe
your warmth beats back the cold
your smile brings the dawn
your touch churns the oceans
your whisper stirs the winds
here you are
the vastness of everything




(© 2007 SPH. All Rights Reserved.)

Yesterday

Ok, so my blog has turned into the "Poems about Meegan blog". Sorry, but Meegan likes it that way.

Anyhow, I have a morning routine that I follow most mornings. Before I leave for work, I grind some premium coffee beans and leave them in a filter and cone on a coffee cup on Meegan's dresser. Then, to make sure nothing floats into that fine preparation (she has a beautiful, but sheddy cat), I place a piece of notepaper over the filter. On the paper, I leave a little note. Yeah, sappy stuff. It's ridiculous and embarrassing how sappy I've gotten. I'll write the blog about how to synchronize your motorcycle's carburetors some other time.

So, here's a poem that I wrote on one of those notes. Meegan wanted it posted. Thus, it is so.




Yesterday

Yesterday, I held
my woman in my arms
and she was there
in skin
in warmth
in muscles pulling tight
and relaxing
in softness
in soul
and mind
and heart
and every fine moment
I have ever known
summed together
could not equal
yesterday, I held
the love of my life
in my arms





(© 2007 SPH. All Rights Reserved.)

She said, "Yes!"

For my friends that have been keeping up-to-date on my blog, I asked Meegan to marry me and she said "Yes!" So, I am now the happiest man in the world engaged to the most beautiful woman in the world - inside and out. She's the love of my life.

Here's the poem I wrote for her for Valentine's Day.

In the Moment

In the moment our arms embrace
In the moment your nakedness covers mine
In the moment your hands cup my face
In the moment our legs entwine

I am still
and quiet
like in the forest
when the trees are whispering

You breathe
rhythmically
you become

the waves


the tides



the day and night




the seasons




life and death



In the moment my love surrenders,
your love captures me
In the moment my love aches,
your love destroys me
In the moment my love breathes,
your love resurrects me


In the moment my love







(© 2007 SPH. All Rights Reserved.)

Heart-Shaped Parachute

I am posting a poem. I never intended to put anything like this up here when I started my blog, but I've recently been inspired.

I've always considered myself the luckiest man in the world. I've lived an adventurous or fool-hardy life, depending on perspective. I am now convinced that all of my adventures, all of my risk-taking, was to prepare me, to give me the courage, to jump into my life's greatest adventure - my life with Meegan.

If you read this post in the next few days, whisper a wish of good luck for me. I will be asking her to marry me.

Heart-Shaped Parachute

Even the bravest men

rush toward the door and hope

that the momentum of the line

carries them past their fear

and shame of fear.

Then, before it can be real

I am out

into the dizzy, noisy, weightless waiting

for the very hand of fate

to yank me upward.

Just the same,

carried by the momentum of the kiss,

the touch,

the deep impetus of things said with lips,

but without words,

I pushed past my fear

into your blue sky smile

falling toward the warm earth and amber sunlight

of your eyes.

In the dizzy, noisy, weightless waiting,

I asked you,

“What do you want from me?”

“Everything”, you replied.

I wanted to ask,

but lacked the courage to ask

or maybe, to know,

“Will you take it from me

or share it with me?”

The trust I have placed in a parachute

is so small

compared to the trust I must have

in your heart.

(© 2007 SPH. All Rights Reserved.)