she said are you in love
love?
am i in love
with who
with what
the world
this life
a woman
a place
a city
a destination
that never comes
that never was
am i in love?
with what
with art
with words
with cooking
with food
with music
with laughter
with beer
with coffee
yes i am in love
everyday
all day
sometimes twice a day
whether i need it or not
whether it is or is not
yes i am in love
but who,
who is in love
with me?
this morning with love in my heart
and denial in my chest
i think of you
your lips
your soul
and my body
touched by you
remembered by you
loved by you
and what that felt like
the memory of a memory
forever forsaken
at the base of my skull
as i lose all control
over who i am
what i am about
or what love feels like
under the ever changing seasons
the umbrella of anguish
that disguises itself
with sweat shirts and hot coffee
and the games we all play
that lead to our broken hearted madness
this morning i unburden my heart to anyone that will listen
anyone with a screen
anyone with eyes
anyone capable of acknowledging the short failures of a life
wrapped in love
given to temptation
and delivered as if arrival on the front porch
depended upon expiration dates
coupon clippings
and the well worn sign
that read:
“contents under pressure
handle with care”
and as lips touch
eyes lock
and your hands wrap around my waist
i remember what you said
and how you said it
i will always love you.
