October 2018
Michael Gessner
mjcg3@aol.com
mjcg3@aol.com
I live in Tucson with my wife Jane, a watercolorist. Our son Chris writes for screen in L.A. My more recent work has appeared in Juniper, New Oxford Review, (forthcoming this fall,) North American Review, Verse Daily, Innisfree, and others. My most recent collections are Transversales (BlazeVOX, 2013,) and Selected Poems (FutureCycle, 2016). I enjoy writing articles and reviews and these may be found in Jacket2, The Edgar Allan Poe Review, NAR, and The Kenyon Review, C. V. Mosby, Times-Mirror, and Allyn & Bacon Composition Series.
Romance
'Come,' the lover said, 'fall
in love with me, love everything
about me; the tremulous arias,
their rich unearthly modulations
in autumn, in the evening woods,
crackle of glazed leaf-fall,
seasons' turning into sea floods,
tormented storms, tragedies
that take your heart and mine.
Look at me, my bitterness, my face
has tears, my mascara runs--
we must fall in love, and when we
are through and you have left me
as I have left you, I will return;
the next time I promise
I will be true.
'Come,' the lover said, 'fall
in love with me, love everything
about me; the tremulous arias,
their rich unearthly modulations
in autumn, in the evening woods,
crackle of glazed leaf-fall,
seasons' turning into sea floods,
tormented storms, tragedies
that take your heart and mine.
Look at me, my bitterness, my face
has tears, my mascara runs--
we must fall in love, and when we
are through and you have left me
as I have left you, I will return;
the next time I promise
I will be true.
© 2018 Michael Gessner
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