Hearts Opening…Ondaatje…Through The Glass

On this almost Valentine’s Day,
I thought I would share a poem
by my favorite author that I believe
embodies what love really means.

The Cinnamon Peeler

If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you.  The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbor to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back.  This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler’s wife.

I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
– your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers…

When we swam once
I touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
You climbed the bank and said

              this is how you touch other women
the grass cutter’s wife, the lime burner’s daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume

              and knew

              what good is it
to be the lime burner’s daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in the act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of a scar.

You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
peeler’s wife.  Smell me.

Michael Ondaatje

Hearts Opening…digitally altered piece of today’s collage.

Through The Glass…fused glass collage I made
a few years ago which hangs in my studio.

Happy Valentine’s Day


3 Responses to “Hearts Opening…Ondaatje…Through The Glass”

  1. Kim Mailhot February 14, 2010 at 3:10 am #

    Happy Love Day, Talented One !

  2. Snap February 14, 2010 at 1:17 pm #

    Happy Valentine's Day!

  3. Mrs Moen February 15, 2010 at 6:35 pm #

    I'm in awe over your art. It seems to hit me right in the heart; I get almost speechless.

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