Librarian love

I have never been to sifnos and I guess I might never will

all the things you have told me of it I feel I have been there still

and a part of me is a part of you and so maybe it's real

I have been where you have and I always will

you make medicine from the olive leaves that you

picked from the harvest

I make sense of you as the person I've loved from the farthest

you have healed many parts of me I could never acknowledge

tinctures and courage and it heals me still

I wish I could write the book 'bout librarian love and how

you've always read to me like I understood

when I think of me as a child who felt always in danger

and consider who upon reflection might have made it feel safer

I put you as a character, rewrite the page and

sjoe, just like magic - I become chill

I wish I could see you dance - pirouette the battleground

and spin me a circle that remains round

prison and tear gas and a hat that's found

on the street where you left it on an island that's

jagged and overgrown, free from the struggle though

that's what I hope for you - hope that you've found

blue and white everything a mosaic that stays

intact for eternity or at least til I

can thank you properly for the fact that you

would always look for me inside the crowd

I have never been to sifnos and I probably never will

if I ever go I will kiss all the surfaces