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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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.
ReplyDeleteMy love is revealed in weather anomalies,
ReplyDeletesea changes, and the Rorschach of sunspots.
What delicious words to discover on a grey Monday morning. :)
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
ReplyDeleteWild 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI also love your tags :)
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
ReplyDeleteAwesome. :)
ReplyDeleteAll those years of using Palmolive finally paid off for Madge......
ReplyDeleteYours is the only kind of love worth having - passionate and unbridled. Excellent poem, Ms. Talent Overflow
ReplyDelete"My love is revealed in weather anomalies,
ReplyDeletesea changes, and the Rorschach of sunspots." LOVE that!!!
Visceral. Raw. Frenetic. These are some of my favorite things. Loved the energy in this piece!
ReplyDelete'In the madhouse, men think they are God.'....my favorite line..
ReplyDeleteIt's so alive and emotional... This is beautiful.
ReplyDeletethere is a wild spirit to this poem...one that cannot be reigned in... great write...
ReplyDeleteFantastic, Fireblossom dear. I love the "dog years"!
ReplyDeleteLuv, K
Wonderful and passionate! Love in dog years--perfect!
ReplyDeleteYou 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
ReplyDeleteone of your more raucous love poems ~ i love the force of your passion.
ReplyDeleteonly you could say "I love you in dog years" and have it sound sexy!
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Wow. And, wow.
ReplyDeleteyou write love, and anti-love, better. just, better. ~
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