Poem by Richard Blanco
I knew it then, in that room where we found for the first time our eyes, and everything— even the din and smoke of the city around us— disappeared, leaving us alone as if we stood the last two in the world left capable of love, or as if two mirrors face-to-face with no end to the light our eyes could bend into infinity.
I knew since I knew you—but we couldn’t…
I caught the sunlight pining through the shears, traveling millions of dark miles simply to graze your skin as I did that first dawn I studied you sleeping beside me: Yes, I counted your eyelashes, read your dreams like butterflies flitting underneath your eyelids, ready to flutter into the room. Yes, I praised you like a majestic creature my god forgot to create, till that morning of you suddenly tamed in my arms, first for me to see, name you mine. Yes to the rise and fall of your body breathing, your every exhale a breath I took in as my own wanting to keep even the air between us as one.
Yes to all of you. Yes I knew, but still we couldn’t…
I taught you how to dance Salsa by looking into my Caribbean eyes, you learned to speak in my tongue, while teaching me how to catch a snowflake in my palms and love the grey clouds of your grey hometown. Our years began collecting in glossy photos time-lining our lives across shelves and walls glancing back at us: Us embracing in some sunset, more captivated by each other than the sky brushed plum and rose. Us claiming some mountain that didn’t matter as much our climbing it, together. Us leaning against columns of ruins as ancient as our love was new, or leaning into our dreams at a table flickering candlelight in our full-mooned eyes.
I knew me as much as us, and yet we couldn’t….
Though I forgave your blue eyes turning green each time you lied, but kept believing you, though we learned to say good morning after long nights of silence in the same bed, though every door slam taught me to hold on by letting us go, and saying you’re right became as true as saying I’m right, till there was nothing a long walk couldn’t resolve: holding hands and hope under the street lights lustering like a string of pearls guiding us home, or a stroll along the beach with our dog, the sea washed out by our smiles, our laughter roaring louder than the waves, though we understood our love was the same as our parents, though we dared to tell them so, and they understood.
Though we knew, we couldn’t—no one could.
When the fiery kick lines and fires were set for us by our founding mother-fathers at Stonewall, we first spoke defiance. When we paraded glitter, leather, and rainbows made human, our word became pride down every city street, saying: Just let us be. But that wasn’t enough. Parades became rallies—bold words on signs and mouths until a man claimed freedom as another word for marriage and he said: Let us in, we said: love is love, proclaimed it into all eyes that would listen at every door that would open, until noes and maybes turned into yeses, town by town, city by city, state by state, understanding us and the woman who dared say enough until the gravel struck into law what we always knew:
Love is the right to say: I do and I do and I do…
and I do want us to see every tulip we’ve planted come up spring after spring, a hundred more years of dinners cooked over a shared glass of wine, and a thousand more movies in bed. I do until our eyes become voices speaking without speaking, until like a cloud meshed into a cloud, there’s no more you, me—our names useless. I do want you to be the last face I see—your breath my last breath,
I do, I do and will and will for those who still can’t vow it yet, but know love’s exact reason as much as they know how a sail keeps the wind without breaking, or how roots dig a way into the earth, or how the stars open their eyes to the night, or how a vine becomes one with the wall it loves, or how, when I hold you, you are rain in my hands.
Stunning.
If I’d loved like this, I wouldn’t have done my part in the destruction of the “sanctity of marriage.” Although, I guess it’s okay to inflict all manner of destruction on the institution of marriage, as long as you’re in a marriage with someone of the opposite sex — which is really idiotic, if you think about it.
This is our daily open thread — Marriage equality now!
– Somebody to Love
– Love is Full of Wonderful Colour
– Constant Craving
– Speak the Word
What a splendid description of a good marriage. I will probably cry.
How can it EVER matter to ANYONE — the details of another’s love for his/her special other? Why are so many so prone to meddle or opine on matters which concern them NOT?
Emily Dickinson defined love, and she did so with NO bias, no meddling, no hatred.
Well, apes have a hard time looking Jewish. 😆
A while back, I was toying with a fundy Catholic on RS, and, because of my real life name, he decided I was a Jew, which unleashed a torrent of bigoted nonsense. I didn’t enlighten him, and let him go on. And on. 😛
I’ll bet Clooney loves this:
http://www.thebusinesswomanmedia.com/amal-alamuddin-marries-actor/
“Do you know who I am!!??”
Said no Clooney EVER. 😆
Danica Patrick Showing Improvement
She didn’t ‘fade’ to finish 19th. Her crew chief Tony Gibson kept her out on the track when others pitted for tires, on the last two cautions. Everybody that got tires just drove right by her. She was a sitting duck on both restarts. I didn’t make any reports because she was running so good, I was afraid I’d jinx her, then I was too mad at the end.
Today Nascar races at Dover, the ‘Monster Mile’, and Danica has again exceeded expectations, qualifying 13th.
Not a day to brag about for Danica, 25th, two laps down.
Jeff Gordon won again.
On its one year anniversary, the New York Post gives Obamacare an “F”.
Hmm, I wonder who publishes that paper?
http://nypost.com/2014/09/28/on-its-one-year-anniversary-obamacare-gets-an-f/
Poll from earlier this month.
Even in Romney states, more want to keep Obamacare than repeal it
Tell Rupert Murdoch that the only real solution to health care is to (a) get rid of all for-profit insurance companies (let them eat cake) and (b) set up a universal single payer system that treats EVERY potential patient appropriately and without question — at no charge.
Pay for it with increased taxes on the wealthy and confiscation of offshore bank accounts, along with a 50% cut in military costs.
The Post is so cheesy that it attacked a two day old baby. That paper is only good for paper mache.
How The Post Saved Easter.
And so I took the Post and made therefrom a Pinata and filled it with gaily coloured Easter Eggs.
But, alas, my project was competed wtih the Winter’s Solstice, and thus sat my object d’arte, awating its fatal blows until the Spring.
But blows they came, and grand blows the were, as children squealed with delight and anticipation with each whack!
And anon and anon the fatal blow was struck, and out poured the hidden treasure, egg upon egg, coloured for this occasion. And I? I remember’d in that instant that I, in my haste, forgot to boil the eggs.
Of course, being quick-witted, I blamed the stench upon the Post. And all agreed that the paper I had used must have fouled the eggs so. And that is how the Post saved Easter, for me, anyway.
The smell of rotten Post – sulphur stays in the nostrils!
The nuts are running . . .
Top Republican Presidential Candidate Says Anarchy May Force Cancellation Of 2016 Election
Where’s Bad Lip Reading when you need them?
Run, Ben, Run for President – it would be a sure thing the Democrats maintain the WH.
That was one of the dumbest statements. Unless someone can prove me wrong, I think there is a skeleton in this man’s closet and that is why he left his prestigious position as top neurosurgeon.
That has been my thought. Barring a health issue why would he walk away from the healing art?
On botched up brain surgery, and he wants to be in Congress.
Actually, that seems appropriate these days.
Again, the New York Post doesn’t disappoint:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/09/28/ny-post-chelsea-clinton-baby-cover_n_5895750.html
The definition of a Rag (newspaper)…NY Post!
It’s only good for paper mache.
I don’t think this is a good thing.
Here’s why.
I wish more people wore signs advertising just how stupid they are.
The morons in my state do a great job of giving fair warning that they are stuck in a time warp.
An idiot in a jacked up pick up truck with a confederate flag bolted to the bed with an “America, love it or leave it” bumper sticker is like a neon sign that screams illiteracy and ignorance. You should run away from them like a house on fire.
Secondly, you can’t legislate common sense, try as you might.
There are just some folks that think backwards and you aren’t going to change them. They’ll just order the shit from some turd on the internet and have it shipped by the Postal Service.
The opportunities of the world pass them by due to their narrow mindedness.
It’s their loss, let them suffer it.
Additionally, some clown is going to get sore over his right to free speech and freedom of expression.
They’re expressing themselves, they’re idiots, thanks for the warning.
How to have fun with a racist redneck in the emergency room.
Tell them they need a blood transfusion, give it to them and then tell them the donated blood was from a black man and they will now be unable resist Soul Train reruns.
Sorry, I couldn’t resist. This is funny.
As much as I hate seeing the confederate flag — especially displayed by numbnuts in the PacNW, of all places — I don’t think he should have done this.
Now, they’ll just feel all picked on and persecuted, and their sense of entitlement to their victim status will increase.
Poor, poor white people. Where’s my tiny violin…?
They’ll have to spend lots of time and money taking it through the courts, and hope it will appear on the SCOTUS docket.
A decent SCOTUS would back their right to freedom of speech — which I would support (shit, shit, shit) — but who knows what THIS SCOTUS will do?
Agreed about freedom of speech – I enjoy the idea of them having conniption fits while jumping through hoops…
(this SCOTUS may just give that flag full ‘citizenship’)
Snapping your fingers and tapping your toes at that Cadillac commercial?
Here’s the full version.
I’ve not seen the commercial — like this beat!
Cadillac. srsly? And a 4 minute commercial?
No, thirty second commercial, that’s why I said full version
Dancing robots…
…alongside a fashion show runway, hence the ‘summer of style’ tagline.
Derp.
Robert Culp is the culp-rit in tonight’s Man From U.N.C.L.E.
[I can’t find The Twilight Zone!]
Robert Culp played the murderer in several Columbo episodes!
ME TV has Twilight Zone again on October 6th, SYFY has them a couple of times daily, per my cable guide.
Oh, thanks – SYFY isn’t part of ‘free’ digital, ME-TV is though so I’ll look forward to watching. (Alfred Hitchcock, Columbo, Twilight Zone and MASH are great to watch) I keep forgetting to turn on the TV when WKRP is on…that series cracked me up!
This afternoon we had, a very welcomed visitor, a sound not heard in months and months…
I hope it was more than enough to stir up the pollen.
Of course one of the comments:
‘Whose,” not “Who’s.”
I’ve got no time for ignorant Jesus freaks, but I wish the person who put together the video had stopped before speculating about what might happen in the future.
They say that the next great war will be fought when the survivors of the last great war have passed on.
I say the next ‘Alien’ sequel will be released, when the generation who last watched it at the theaters get too old to go to the theater to watch the new one, but it will be released as a video game instead. (Alien Isolation)
The Chinese don’t like being second-guessed (on who they’ll allow to represent HK) so this will not turn out well – the HK citizens want Democracy and that ‘ain’t gonna happen, unfortunately…