after a time in the past.

a love poem

 

 

 

Since love, like salt, is a murderous frenzy.

Since being hugged is as  the horse of the woods.

Since toothy kisses feel the same as Indian chutney.

Since you moving under me are the line etchings of the Dell computer.

Since the pregnancy test flew off like cream letters.

Since I rendered your Tide feet and roasted your Downey skin for crackling.

Since you're a recovering cinnamon addict and i'm former military.

Since I found you first underway with candlepower.

Since I am stark raving mad.

Since the stars are myasthenia sutures for the skull.

Since your hips don't turn counterclockwise.

Since these may just be our hastily last poems written

with the juice of cranberries.

Since we did meet in civilization where there were eyeglass

cases and old letters on my desk.

Since there was this crane swinging above us on a vertical axis

ready to whisk away each stanza to the ecclesiastical province of willows.

Since I don't come when you call me in that short antenna dream.

Since this might be our last time to bump chests like those

baby elephant seals mimicking their fathers.

And since it is so right to be us; flashing signs of mew

over a soft bay where there is love.

 

Now tell me your side of the of the rambling

fable of flower fingers,

in these  long forgotten

dirty ears. 

Reviews

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

something told me to be sober tonight so I could engorge myself in a dana-thon..I normally fear the green delusion will burn a whole in the cheap leather in my pocket...it's just bending and tearing in ways my sentiment cannot..the same as the one I found before did; the one from the same drawer from the same family that spent generations in the house that replaced my family home
I had a giant chunk in my ear once..I replaced what should have been an emptier space with thyme and oregano...they nudged it while I slept, with their tiny hands and empathic conversations; I suck at remembering dreams, but I spent a few mornings not breaking any plates

[Corset]

Since you're my "Link" in the mob squad, lol, that's how I envision you, cool , swank, laid out in hippy colors and huge sunglasses, the epitome of rugged pantomime, hell, in my
fantasies your sweat even smells like new car. lol...

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I think that review just made love to me..well done, both of you.