Moon, I’d like you to meet Water.
Water, Moon.
Get to know.
Thought you might take a shine
To each other tonight
And maybe other nights, too,
But who can say?
Mountain, I’d like you to meet Sky.
Sky, Mountain.
Perhaps you can take a hike together
And see what comes of it.
Could be a breathtaking encounter.
But from here, it’s up to you.
Streetlight, I’d like you to meet Glasses.
An unlikely pairing, you might suggest.
But what do you expect
From a poetic matchmaker?
Together you might hit it off on the sidewalk
With a flash of reflected light
Brightening the night.
But an introduction is one thing,
And a meeting is quite another.
Grief, I’d like you to meet Rowdy,
For a far-fetched date,
And an unknown fate.
You might be much more
Than the sum of your parts.
But really, only you will know
What or if you should become:
A flaming ruin or a recipe for fulfillment.
Rose, I’m pleased to re-introduce you to Desire.
But after all your overuse, you should beware
Of each other’s poetically transmitted diseases.
Watch for the thorns, the horny dilemmas,
Get into couples’ therapy, prophylactically.
Oh, enough advice:
Have a good time, once again, you fools!
Words, I’d like to acquaint you with Deeds.
You are so far apart most of the time,
It has taken me some real effort to get you together.
Some would say you can never make it as a team,
But, really, what are you without each other?
I can’t wait to see you burst out of this poem
And burn bright next to each other.
That’s enough for now.
Another day, another poem,
Another set of matches.
I wish them all the best.
I wish I could make it all perfect for them.
I can’t help myself
From trying to slake their loneliness.
It’s a compulsion:
For me, no word should be left alone.