Don't shoot me, not to be taken seriously :-)
and finding that push pin
and saying
'that's my location'
even down to a rat hole
somewhere
and car alarms
are the background music.
It is even sitting on a ratty couch
with threadbare rugs
and a floor that the woodworm attacked
so that you avoid a certain corner
and make coal embers
last for hours,
that is loving you.
It is learning how to darn
changing buttons on an old coat
and pretending it is new,
Eating spaghetti
so that lips meet
and making pesto
last for hours
as crushing pine nuts
and basil leaves
has a special piquancy.
Loving you is like loving
every sci fi film
even the ones in Russian,
just means that one can
snuggle closer
and sneak that extra
glass of wine
when you are not looking
them blame you later
for not noticing
that you had an extra glass
That is love,
borrowing your socks
on a cold day
wearing your jeans
with your belt
that you pierced an extra
couple of holes in
just to hold
your love
when it can't be contained
Love is like wobbling on an axis
and where you tumble
is heaven or a paradise
and you never mind the
leaking tap
or noisy neighbours
love is about
loving each other
Poetry by Elle
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Loving You
Loving you is like loving the world,and finding that push pin
and saying
'that's my location'
even down to a rat hole
somewhere
and car alarms
are the background music.
It is even sitting on a ratty couch
with threadbare rugs
and a floor that the woodworm attacked
so that you avoid a certain corner
and make coal embers
last for hours,
that is loving you.
It is learning how to darn
changing buttons on an old coat
and pretending it is new,
Eating spaghetti
so that lips meet
and making pesto
last for hours
as crushing pine nuts
and basil leaves
has a special piquancy.
Loving you is like loving
every sci fi film
even the ones in Russian,
just means that one can
snuggle closer
and sneak that extra
glass of wine
when you are not looking
them blame you later
for not noticing
that you had an extra glass
That is love,
borrowing your socks
on a cold day
wearing your jeans
with your belt
that you pierced an extra
couple of holes in
just to hold
your love
when it can't be contained
Love is like wobbling on an axis
and where you tumble
is heaven or a paradise
and you never mind the
leaking tap
or noisy neighbours
love is about
loving each other
Poetry by Elle
Read 689 times
Written on 2015-10-02 at 20:35
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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