Dangerous Stash

Dangerous Stash

 

 

i keep a bottle of you

hidden,

where your perception

is oblivious to my heart's intentions

 

a drawer filled with mixed emotions

neatly ironed expressions

love's label a liaison

a sip of covert concession

 

admittance is the first step to sobriety

but when it comes to your affection

i would rather have a lost weekend

than die without stealing a few shots of you

 

even if i wake up on Monday

with no memory 

that we happened.

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/1/18

Reviews

[steppenwolf]

As I wrote earlier, I love this kind of mixing up of nouns, verbs, adjectives.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you again for your words, Leslie.
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"He gets high on you and the space he invades, he gets by on you." from Today's Tom Sawyer by RUSH. Yes, everything reminds me of a song. :) I enjoyed the read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love that song by Rush...and you are like me...everything reminds me of a song as well...i drive people crazy with that.

[andrew mitchell]

Great write J how we keep that stash for memory but haven't the heart to open such wounds that have healed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew.
j.

[Crowley]

This is really fantastic. The analogies are stunning and the rhetoric on point. Jacob you really do a great job showing us little bits of life in such an original way. Its why I so like to return to your writing again and again. Great work!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Crowley.
j.

[Beccy]

But a stash we are addicted to is it not; the foolish heart ever ruling the head in the matter of love.

As for no memory on a Monday. No such thing as no memory is there jacob, though there are perhaps times we wish it were not so.

Beccy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we wish we had selective memory sometimes...i really like your response to the poem much better than the poem itself.
thank you, Beccy.
j.

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

That which captures our attention may enslave more than our attention.
Like the metaphor. The stash could well be Faith, which at times is a person, place, or thing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Could be...i like that interpretation.
thank you, Valormore.
j.

[Carolynn]

What a great description of a love that has been lost and how the one left behind copes in the absence of that love...always a pleasure to read your work Jacob :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Carolynn

j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

A life of amorous "lost weekends."
Not sure if you should go "cold turkey." Illusions do so sustain us.
Excellent poem!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jimmy....i probably live too many illusions.

[θεά]

Love can be such a drug, opiating even those who pride themselves with astute discernment.

Fondly,
M.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your words, M.
j.

[θεά ]

Hope you've been well J. Cheers!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, been okay...still teaching 6 classes and loving every minute in the classroom..
and You?

[θεά ]

Enjoying the lecture hall myself, 14 classes a week, so many book reviews and test scripts to scrutinize but when your students come to you on Teachers' Day bearing their love, gratitude and handmade chocolates and cards, you know you're doing the right thing!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

My classes are primarily discussion...love that interaction...but yes...when even one student says...'this class is really helping me with my other classes" it's all worth it...

[m.s.early]

Mee too.
Whether she fits in the bottle or not
I'll self admittedly imbibe
Regretless

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i understand, m.s.

totally

thanks for your response.

j.