Monday, December 16, 2013

dog years

I love you in dog years, seven for one.
I love you in predictive quatrains and in the secret language of twins.

My love is revealed in weather anomalies,
sea changes, and the Rorschach of sunspots.

Here is the reason for my fingertips:
your hair, your skin.

Here is the sure sign of intelligent design:
your dark eyes, the smile at the corner of your lips.

In the madhouse, men think they are God.
Churches become madhouses for doing the same.

I am mad enough--I want to say to you, girl,
fuck my brains out, make me beg to get inside you,

marry me, tie me up, get me pregnant,
make the room reek of us and then write poems about it.

Kiss me in the middle of the mall, hold my hand.
Duplicate my desire in an uncontrolled environment.

Love me in dog years, seven for one.
Viva la revolucion.
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20 comments:

Karen said...

Love is. That's the bottom line. What can be wrong about loving? Although...don't forget, in the midst of wild passion, the comfortable love of growing gray together. It's all good.

Jinksy said...

My love is revealed in weather anomalies,
sea changes, and the Rorschach of sunspots.

What delicious words to discover on a grey Monday morning. :)

blueoran said...

A true hot toddy for these wintered bodies. A dozen thorned roses dancing like twisters line for line. What's the line from Graham Parker? Passion is no ordinary word. - B

hedgewitch said...

Wild and sweet, Shay. The revolution will not be televised, they say, but with you, it may be written in cinemascope. Love the dog years, and the secret language of twins.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the listing effect, the kind of 'How do I love thee?" approach to the poem. It is an overwhelming thing to feel so closely attached to another human being that the desire to 'get inside' them (one way or another) may drive one to crazy deeds.

I also love your tags :)

wkkortas said...

It's a love song, with a wonderful bit of a bizarro-world twist, and it's not like you can go wrong with Chrissie Hynde

Lynn said...

Awesome. :)

G-Man said...

All those years of using Palmolive finally paid off for Madge......

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Yours is the only kind of love worth having - passionate and unbridled. Excellent poem, Ms. Talent Overflow

Laura said...

"My love is revealed in weather anomalies,
sea changes, and the Rorschach of sunspots." LOVE that!!!

HermanTurnip said...

Visceral. Raw. Frenetic. These are some of my favorite things. Loved the energy in this piece!

Sumana Roy said...

'In the madhouse, men think they are God.'....my favorite line..

listeningdaisy said...

It's so alive and emotional... This is beautiful.

Robert Bourne said...

there is a wild spirit to this poem...one that cannot be reigned in... great write...

Kay L. Davies said...

Fantastic, Fireblossom dear. I love the "dog years"!
Luv, K

razzamadazzle said...

Wonderful and passionate! Love in dog years--perfect!

sharplittlepencil.com said...

You know I love this... and your "dog years" premise rocks, Shay. Love with no limits... I think you would appreciate Michael Franti's "Love Invincible," because it's all there. And I love you, friend. Amy

myheartslovesongs.com said...

one of your more raucous love poems ~ i love the force of your passion.

only you could say "I love you in dog years" and have it sound sexy!

Mama Zen said...

Wow. And, wow.

grapeling said...

you write love, and anti-love, better. just, better. ~