young (enough) *a silly Love poem

I Love being inspired by other poets & I recently read a piece that sparked the idea for this poem. It was far darker than mine however. It was from the perspective of someone who had made these carefree plans of moving to Ohio (of all places) & doing silly things with the person they Loved. Then time & resposiblity got in the way of everything they had hoped to do. I read it & immediately wanted to say to the writer "It's not too late!!"

You know, it’s not too late

to give this story a happy ending.

We could run off to Paris & change

our names to Claude & Sally,

or something more glamorous even…

like Alphonse & Veronique.

I mean,

we are still young (enough)

to run laughing hand-in-hand

into the wild & beautiful

oblivion of hope.

We can live, in a cottage by the sea

where I can take care of you &

you can sing songs for me &

help me remember where I put my smile

when I carelessly misplaced it.

I promise, there is plenty of time

to Love & create

to sing & to smile

because we are still young enough,

to grow old & silly together.

truthfully

my tongue was heavy

& your jaw was slack

you know, when a person’s

beliefs become reality

reality itself, sometimes

can come, as quite a shock.

you didn’t hear what

was written in every

awkward pause

(because you didn’t want to)

and after all

words are simply words

until they wound someone

maybe it was Love

that held us to this

broken ground

for far too long

maybe it was fear…

but truthfully

 it might have been nothing at all.

our feast

we have prepared

a feast of desires

& been gluttons

at this table of flesh

yet, we are never

completely sated

so we stay & wallow

in the want

filling ourselves

up, until we burst

over & over again

in an endless

meal of passion

let go

There is no other

direction to take

from here

every road

converged

& somehow

lead us to this place

I saw it spread

 like light

over the horizon

of your face,

between the

reason & the doubt

within an instant

it all poured out,

our truth

regret & Love

have overwhelmed

this space

where we

have to let go

to hold on.



after the storm

~I recently read a poem that reminded me of this one, so I dug through my old notebooks & found it. It gives me a bit of a disjointed feeling, but I couldn't bring myself to change it when I no longer own these emotions.~

that spring,

the rain seeped

through the cracks

in the sidewalks

& our smiles

while we,

(with fingers entwined)

splashed about

in the places

that flooded & pooled

the deepest.

we threw our heads

back, showering our

impenetrable laughter

on anyone

passing by,

no one  

would  steal  our

thunderous joy…

but the rain

didn’t stop.

& soon,

it slipped its way

up, through heavy

saturated clothes

& soaked straight

under our skin

until the chill set in.

we shivered then

& clasped each other’s

hands, trying to breathe

warm life

back into fingertips,

& us.

I was not cut out

for that climate

& you were too emaciated

to offer, any

of your warmth

our bones rattled

& muscles ached from

clenching

we were so far

gone, that  when

the sun finally

found its way to us

again

the only rays

that reached

came in through the

holes our Love made

as it had chewed itself

out of our chests.

seam ripper

there is no simplicity

or  clean severance here

it does not  matter

how badly

we want it.

there is only you

& me

standing awkward

with sinew & flesh

hanging askew.

staring at the

gaping places

where we were

once,

sewn together

some day

some day

all of our hopes

will amount to more

than spare change

in our pockets

we will no longer

need to scavenge

bits of Love dust

scattered about

in corners

of darkened rooms

one day

we will be so full

& rich in our joy

that these sorrows

will mean nothing

& will rot away

forgotten

in a drawer

wolves

You are no

less than the

rest

of them.

You just come

in better

packaging,

a sheep suit

of a gentleman,

to hide

the beast inside.

Though, it's not a

strong disguise.

I've seen it

all along

& I've chosen

my demise,

coiled up

against you.

With the knowing

pounding

through my ribs

It is, your smile

that gives

you away,

Full of teeth

that are set

to tear me apart.