The Blackboard reading a Fan letter from a Chalk

This is the second draft of the poem I wrote for my Contemporary Literature (CONLITE) class submitted last November 21, 2012. I will improve this more before sending it to C before this term ends just to end my fangirling feels.

I used the relationship of the blackboard and the chalk as a metaphor for the relationship of a star/celebrity and a fan. One of the difficulties I faced while writing this poem is avoiding to make the poem sound sensual and I have no idea if I succeeded in that aspect.

For all those loving someone who seems so impossible to reach, this is for you.

 
The Blackboard reading a Fan letter from a Chalk
For C

I have heard a lot of things about you:
seven meters wide, one and a half meters long
green
            (yes, we wonder why you’re called a blackboard)
compared to you, I, a chalk:
three and a half inches tall
pale, powdery, and fragile
is nothing;
                  but it doesn’t stop me and all the other chalks
from dreaming of being given the chance
to be with you
                        alone
                                  (even just for a day)
to fill your entire body with
lines that make
   letters that form
      words that create
         a universe of meaning.


Like the multitude of chalks
who have touched your body
I will fill you from
top
to
bottom; from left to right
with words, symbols, and even scribbles
until (I am now only half an inch tall)
       you realize how much I am willing to sacrifice
to be with you, to be part of you
and give significance to my existence.

When I am pressed against you, you
will realize that I am just like the other chalks who
have touched you—
nothing special in particular, the same white
stuff used to write on you,
who feels accomplished after using themselves
to be one with you.
You will never understand how one period
one single insignificant touch between
you                         and                       me
makes me very happy.

I can give you all of me,
it is easy—let my three and a half inch body
disappear in yours
like what the other chalks who have loved you (so much) did.
But I do not love that way
I chose to retain half an inch of me
                                                         for myself.
Isn’t that what a wise lover would do?
Love the beloved
                               and love the self
that is often ignored because of the other.

This is reality:
I can’t have you forever (in the same way that)
I will never be entirely yours
we can be together for a moment only;
later the eraser will touch the surface of your body
separating my particles from you
and all that’s left of me are the dust
that have found refuge in your crevices.

But unlike those who have disappeared
entirely,
             immediately
for loving and devoting themselves
to the thing they believe solely give meaning
to their lives,
                    I will still remain
Because in loving a part of myself, I
retain a piece of me
                               who will love you forever
                               who can admire you from a distance
cherishing the moment I filled
your seven by one and a half meters body
using three inches of mine.

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