Everything launching into the sky--
Leaving the earth a featureless desert much like your heart.
And the one
you were convinced
I loved better than you?
I love her better than you.
She makes everything weightless,
Fantastic;
It rains up.
Hell yeah.
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Cold, my dear, the first stanza, but I have a feeling, completely just. And nothing is more fun than being weightless--as long as you don't have to be an astronaut and eat weird food through a straw to do it. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteOnce again, you astound. You are amazing like that!
ReplyDeletewell...note to self...never piss off shay...although flying or floating up would be so cool...
ReplyDeleteThis is such a lovely, butterflies-and-rainbows type of love poem...kind of like the Police's "Every Breath You Take" (which idiotic people used to think WAS a love song).
ReplyDeleteRevenge is best served cold. Who said that? This wasn't cold, it was arctic! But I'm with Hedgewitch; your icy attitude was probably well-provoked.
That's quite an experience. What a feeling.
ReplyDeleteI've thrown up, been washed up, gave up, loosened up, shut up and even ground up...but I've yet to see it rain up. That, I would think, would be amazing to see...
ReplyDeleteHey Shay-Stopped in for a visit. You're writing is still terrific; glad I stopped by to read some!!
ReplyDeletethe heart always knows, no matter what the head is trying to tell us...
ReplyDeleteRaining up - that's cool, Shay.
ReplyDeleteof course you love her better. who would want to love a featureless desert heart?
ReplyDelete... and I say WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
ReplyDeleteYup, I got someone who does that too..
ReplyDeleteSometimes, a single phrase -- "It rained up" -- says everything a poem can about passion, about love. I'm gonna start walking on my umbrella. - Brendan
ReplyDeleteCha...that was great !
ReplyDeleteSo there!
ReplyDeleteIf it rains up, do I point my umbrella down?
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