The Pillow to the Handkerchief

Poem by Kim Bridgford

We were material, and then, in ways,

Most immaterial, the vehicles

For all the hurt and love of spinning days.

They loved each other, and were miracles.

 

And though the body is the body, desire

Links the love to love, ignites the liar,

And brings whatever’s in them to a blaze.

Othello loved the lightness in her kiss.

 

As pillow and as handkerchief, we knew

How little and how much we could undo.

For longing as a feeling’s under rated,

A gorgeousness that’s heat, and silk, and mated

With other longing shivering on a wire,

Beloved to beloved whisperer.

  

American Arts Quarterly, Spring 2014, Volume 31, Number 2