Dangerous Stash

Dangerous Stash

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

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

© 2018 jacob erin-cilberto


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

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you again for your words, Leslie.
j.
"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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

i love that song by Rush...and you are like me...everything reminds me of a song as well...i drive p.. read more
Great write J how we keep that stash for memory but haven't the heart to open such wounds that have healed.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, andrew.
j.
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!!

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

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

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

we wish we had selective memory sometimes...i really like your response to the poem much better than.. read more
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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

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

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Carolynn

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

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, Jimmy....i probably live too many illusions.
Love can be such a drug, opiating even those who pride themselves with astute discernment.

Fondly,
M.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

Enjoying the lecture hall myself, 14 classes a week, so many book reviews and test scripts to scruti.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

My classes are primarily discussion...love that interaction...but yes...when even one student says.... read more
Mee too.
Whether she fits in the bottle or not
I'll self admittedly imbibe
Regretless

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

i understand, m.s.

totally

thanks for your response.

j.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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