Found in a used book store…a plea for reconciliation…
“Beth
Thank you for bring (sic) poetry into
my life.
You have filled my heart with many wondrous and new things.
Even though we may be at a fragile time in our relationship,
I can’t imagine my life without you.
I love you with all my heart
and I
feel you deep within my soul every day
love
Geoffrey”
Maybe, Geoffrey, if you had started with…
I love you Beth…
You may have received a better reception…
No writer can write better words than “I love you
Beth”. You can substitute another name,
but it will not change the gravity or importance of those four words. The name doesn’t really matter. The words “I love you” are what matters. They are words we all like to hear. They are words we all want to say.
But Geoffrey didn’t say “I love you Beth” or “Dear
Beth”. Geoffrey simply began his plea
for reconciliation with… “Beth”.
What must Beth have thought upon reading the introduction,
“Beth”?
Did it leave her as cold as it left me?
Does it leave you cold and maybe just a little bit
distant?
Maybe Geoffrey could feel the chill in the air and was
afraid to light a real fire
.
Geoffrey continues, “Thank you for bring (sic) poetry into my life.” Geoffrey is not only cold and aloof, he is
lazy. Maybe Beth would have done better
to shove a little ‘editing’ into his life.
However, Geoffrey is
willing to accept a little poetry in order to woo the lovely Beth and he even
condescends to writing his plea under the cover of one of our greatest poets,
Mary Oliver. Geoffrey chose Mary
Oliver’s “Dream Work” as the ship to carry his soul to Beth. Unfortunately Geoffrey’s ship seems to have
been well on its way to sinking.
One has to wonder what Beth did to take poetry into
Geoffrey’s life. Did she read to him by
fire light? Did she give him a book of
poetry? Did Geoffrey even read the book
or was he drooling for more of the beautiful Beth reflecting in the light of
the fire.
And, consider this, I also love Mary Oliver, but if I were
the one trying to find out what the lovely Beth’s skin looked like in the
reflection of a warm fire, I would choose something a little more romantic or even
erotic.
I have to believe that Beth informed Mr. Geoffrey that her
favorite poet was Mary Oliver. Why else
would someone without the love of Poetry choose Mary Oliver? But even if Beth loved Mary Oliver above all
other poets, she was still searching for love and would probably choose to put
Mary aside for a few moments or maybe for a whole evening of erotic poetry in front
of a soft romantic fire.
If I didn’t know and understand poetry and I wanted the
lovely Beth I would be more romantic, I would try a little poetry of my
own.
I have never met any woman who doesn’t appreciate romantic
poetry written just for her.
Come on Geoffrey that one is in seduction “one-0-one”.
No Geoffrey, you should have gone to the book store and ask
the plain girl behind the counter (who is thirsting for love and probably knows
as much or more about poetry than Beth) what erotic book of poetry would
impress the girl of your dreams. When
the girl behind the counter smiled and blushed, if you told her how pretty her
smile was, she would have led you to a book that would have your desirable Beth
waiting for you at the fire place.
Then if you had added a little touch of your own, something
you wrote just for her and of course, Geoffrey, I’m telling you that you should
have written Beth a real erotic love poem.
I
love you Beth…
You are the love of my life
I
long to be with you…
You are the scent of roses drifting on the afternoon breeze.
I long to inhale the aroma of your body…
my eyes ache to dance with yours…
I long to kiss the nape of your neck…to feel your downy hairs quiver to my
breath.
I
long to see your shy response…
as my eyes wander across the soft fabric of your silk blouse…
and the warm roundness within.
I long to see you aroused by the knowledge of my gaze.
I feel no shame in undressing you
with my eyes and my thoughts.
I
long to hold you tight,
caress your ears with the warmness of my
breath
and let our bodies make hot promises to each other
You
are the love of my life…
I
need you…
I love you
Maybe, Geoffrey, just
maybe Geoffrey, if you had written something like that, Beth would not have
dumped you and Mary Oliver. Yes
Geoffrey, Beth dumped both of you.
I don’t really believe Beth dumped Mary Oliver. She probably trashed the book because it
represented bad memories. Maybe if your
inscription had not been so cold and aloof, Beth could have grown to love
you. Maybe if you had enough warmth to just
sign your name as Geoff, maybe Beth would have wanted to let more of her body
reflect in the fire light.
Maybe in the heat of passion, if she could have moaned “oooh
Geoff” and not “oh Geoffrey”, maybe Beth would not have left you and Mary Oliver
in the used book store.
gs batty
