untitled love

i was in love once.

it drove me stone crazy.

no one had access to the ward. i kept the curtains closed.

 

my hair a napery texture, i forgot how to eat, and when i tried to

i found myself in a convenient horizontal position. thats it,

 

you came from  underground. i cant describe in words the mushroom

of love when it is dark, mature and cultivated.

 

to ret my feet from your sill of dream like sweetgrass or Mountain Dew

or any feeling on the tongue bumpy with blood.

 

where in tarnation does this feeling come from? my thymus is still present,

lymph, vaunty, my pressure 195/100; are the artless woodnotes, i dought if you can care.

 

if i could bring you the regimen of soldiers, round up the crocuses that border

the moats in april, turn their blooms towards you, drink the acrid milk of their stems

 

just to show you the deserted contents of my stomach of jewelry, nothing is the

gracious pearl, preterit  to your final decide.

 

so now you know, i consist of things, general things. you are better than me. so tell

me again about love,

with that straight face.

Reviews

[caesarkreshen]

your writing is fun to read. It's got a flow I can really get into and I like how it has kind of off base images.

[Emily B]

i was in love once

i don't remember how it happened

your words reminded me of him