Amor Vincit Amnia

Amor Vincit Amnia
By Becca Bishop

A frost stained window stared at me
With a smile
Gravitating a genuine, confronted,
Yet curious, style
Of what my blue eye felt
Hardly seeing the a cold pane melt
Licking the common cure
Across your face
A brush of covers tickle your vapid
Hello
And no one knows
As the cold wind shows
You’re heard
But not tasted
Oo I could never fake it
Your sillyness is preposterous
But I’d like to hit you
From behind
So you wouldn’t know
That a heart
Hurts,
lust like dessert,
it jiggles and wiggles,
there’s only one place for it,
a plate
up late again
hang-ten, before more time,
passes,
cuddle with me like a rabbit
and maybe a parenthesis
I’ll flash you.
“You love him because
No one wants you to.”
But of course I do,
Visualize a hard-hearing
Youngster,
Being basketed down
A dumpster
And jumping up
To get in
Maybe some day
A bird will fly by,
After all I’ve undone
Your fly
Maybe that’s why
I wonder,
Die, my thump thump
Fell under some dump truck
Full of a bloody surrender
And Smile, you’re under arrest
You’re too young
And too poor
For that dress.
You wonder around in
A poofy mess,
All alone in a satirical way,
Pointing to love, and hopelessness,
And a romantic entourage of endless
Spoken assumptions and prolific
Junctions never really knew
So serious with no intention
Until
You