My need to disentangle love before it smashes against walls.

for no one in particular

 

 

Behind every love poem is the essence to do so. The authority

of gem and providence; I would say power but power implies

a paramountcy rarely present when humility is near.

 

When I am too old to know what the shade tree is for. If it

no longer keeps the sun from my eyes or the oxygen I

inhale is harder, by the day, to keep down, I will wonder

 

as I have often done, if the old spell love at all, or only

bother with it's stitching like that of old sweaters. And

whether half a century in Michigan winters

 

naturally bends the head backwards, arches the shoulders

waiting for Rita Hayworth kisses or the ones you have, feeling

face first to locate my lips. Although

 

it was long ago, if love was what I really wanted then.

The late night editing sessions removing the small talk,

the yellow-flower leather of it,

 

the ersatz, dirty parts, all burned and sealed in rammed earth

now like Concho Roano, if love this long between strangers

could ever have a palace shrine.

 

Reviews

[Pete Langley]

Fascinatingly original...and, dare I say, analytical...of love, or the mechanics of love. Your phrasing is unexpected and different and thoroughly enjoyable, Dana. P.

[Clara]

I can feel how much you're reminiscing about that someone in some place at that moment in time.
Your ability to express yourself so uniquely is just brilliant.

Great write, my friend.

[Emily B]

i warm myself with your words

[Lydia Shutter]

So often movie star idols and Prince Charmings fill romantic fantasies and block our view of the "Rita Hayworth kisses" we could have if only we accepted them. Lots of introspection and grat imagery here....I could almost feel the chill of a Michigan winter. I liked it. Lydi**

[rubie]

Your command of language and phrases is exquisite. "Rita Hayworth kisses"....so wonderfully descriptive and visual.

There is a universality to the message here. Anyone one who has ever loved can relate to some part of this...