CAPITALS

A love story of some sort.

There were capital letters

shouting at me from every corner

of the page where I huddled

at the last knockout blow:

YOU ARE NUTS!

Love has a funny way of expressing itself

it lurks silently in photographs,

one-liners, red faces, swear words

and internet roses gripping and clipping

memories and magic into tight little balls

of lust and longing

less spoken more said

and peeks out of its quiet hiding place

now and again. That's love?

Its never sudden but slow and casual

and funny and faint and building

block by block until it feels complete.

At last when the windows are installed

we can look in or out

and feel secure by the four walls

that were built by bricks of words

that sat tightly embracing each other

to keep us safe in its cocoon.

I think everyone wants to hear it

spoken softly or shouted.

As for me

I like them like the knock-out blow

in CAPITALS!

I LOVE YOU.

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Good flow, lovely imagery, a very lovely poem. I enjoyed it very much.
Personally, I'm not a big fan of CAPS. It sounds like shouting, but I think here, in this context it works very well.

[Marshall]

Clever response Madam.