My bride, I was born

after Pablo Neruda’s ‘You Would Come’

My bride,
I was born
waiting for you—

for yer mouth, yer hands,
& yer eyes.

I knew that I had to die
& be born with another heart
to go on
looking for you.

But, my bride,
I did not always suffer
looking & waiting—

I knew that you
would be waiting
with the dawn for me

—as if you
had always been there waiting,

waiting with yer hands, yer mouth,
& yer eyes—