Prometheus

put me dear heart

in your back pocket

please shove me there

down and very deep

'til the next day

when you find me

accidently

excitedly

for the first time again

exhilarated

like yesterday

like the day before

(like tomorrow)

please pretend again

that we always did fit

like a little forever

and maybe just maybe, a little more

until the again and again

like two peas in a pod

grown in dirt

made with love

born from hate

destined to be eaten

destroyed

washed

annihilated

but, alive

maybe for a weekend

maybe just for a day

alive at the least. . .

until wash day tomorrow

until we find us again

in a pocket

from a product of circumstance

from a state of emotion

something always repetitive

beautiful like nature

something,

. . . very  bound to a pattern

and to a memory

we can never let go of

Author's Note

Reviews

[WILDERNESS]

Unique and distinctive way to express your love

[LE Berry]

Very expressive poem that defines passion...