I Love You

Is a mouthful of cavities that has annihilated

the lust out of our Sweetart hearts.

Is a beat skipped from the scratch 

in the groove. Is an unspoken kiss 

that could lead to a house 

full of kids. Is the split of a chocolate 

Twix. Is your marshmallow moans.

Is a caterpillar finally finding a way to fly away

because of longing to taste the freshness 

of leaves before they fall. Is dandelions 

vomiting sunsets. Is a fountain full 

of quarters. Is all the times I played 

while the screen read GAME OVER.

Is waking up with a dried tongue and a leg 

cramp at three in the morning with no 

glass of water to reach for. Is Owen Hart 

up in the rafters ready to jump

50 ft. trusting the harness.

Is geronimo

Swoosh, 

             zip,

                   splat.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Showing your age. Owen Hart death. A surprise death. Your words were not sweet, but honest. I did enjoy the poetry. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Leslie Philibert]

This is a lot of fun, well written, reminds me of the Liverpool poets, loads of charm, fine job.

[augustus]

Is that your version of the consequences of unprotected sex? If so, it's not bad at all!