Some Say Love ... ... ...?
Some say love is as soft as an easy chairOn which a cranked up weasel sits snapping at your neck.
I'm not so sure about that.
What I do know is that this day
Is unlike any other day
But then, all the days will eventually bleed into one day
And that day is RIGHT NOW.
And THIS day will be featured in my memory
For years to come.
I feel damaged and dimpled
by my own exploits in the field of love.
So failing at times, so thick in achievements
So tired
Sometimes
Of the word "love."
The world is very frightening in 2015
I'm scared I'm running out of gas
I'm starting to bob and weave
I believe I've lost my course.
Soon I'll go on with my life
And Ivan will go on with his
And one day, not too long from now,
We will pitter-patter across the floor
And we will look straight in the eyes
And we will be immobilized by the sudden
Mutual and separate realization, that we have
The love of so many friends.
They will appear,
Or sit on the floor of our individual
separate sprawling lofts
To be two deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck
We will shudder, as though a defensive lineman
Had thrown a cooler full of iced Gatorade on our backs.
We will laugh and remember this day ... one day.
~Ashe
Poetry by Carmen
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Written on 2015-08-18 at 19:32
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