well, f**k.

i shouldn't be feeling this or writing this.

slit the wrists of the North Shore's phone book

and watch the labels spill out

like juice from a ripened blood orange. 

the pieces unfold and behind

each of them is the desire

to put the pale cobalt of your eyes in mason jars

to lull like waves in the moontide. 

they run wild, free away 

every night, but the moon pulls them back

inevitably to my thoughts

and the distance between our lips

is a thousand mile ribbon

that could be a centimeter in seconds. 

scarlet attraction. 

if we dared to step closer we'd snap

the ribbon and stick like magnets. 

for now i will blame the cheap Merlot

staining the inside of my cheeks, 

but the scent of you on my hair tells me

it was not the wine that intoxicated me. 

the tips of your fingers knocked

the air from my shoulder blades

and I need your chest against  mine

again so I can 

catch my breath. 

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Emotion hums through this one...rather, screams through it. Great imagery and metaphor to describe the things that are difficult to manage and sometimes impossible to feel without screaming. We all have these moments; at least I do, and you've described the feeling of "insanity" with deft fingertips. This is why you are one of my favorites here...great writing.

[Dana Alsamsam]

thank you so much for your kind review! definitely a difficult emotion and desire to wrap my head around...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, this is incredible...we want to put those feelings in mason jars and preserve them...even after we have kept that love and passion at arm's length because either we don't trust another, or ourselves..

love the ending...the vulnerability shown..the letting go finally..

"his chest against yours"

to feel the realness, regardless of consequence..there is the scent of need here.

[Dana Alsamsam]

there is most definitely consequences is I were to allow this ribbon to snap... stupid me, I'll probably do it anyways. thanks for the very kind review!

[Chris]

This held my thoughts... You felt very, very real.

[Dana Alsamsam]

thank you very much, this was written in a moment of passionate inspiration so 'real' is a great compliment to me!