And if I fell a thousand years,
slipping gently through leagues
of deep-sea thought bubbles—
pretty little red-rimmed hearts—
both mine and yours…and
somehow not ours…
what then, dear friend?
You’ve heard my voice now,
echoing through a million pages
of space and time, calling out wishes
and hopes…a coinciding communal well
that washes over and around ribbons
connected to the deepest, darkest recesses.
And this—we say—THIS is ours!
Gentle. FIRM. Erotic. Ours.
Thus our road trip begins along
a highway of the mind, only to engulf
us in another heart-shaped thought
not fully formed around the edges.
We’re just hazy stick-figure conspirators
trapped in someone else’s fantasies;
but still irony is forming its own thought
bubbles, and they scream—so silently—
what our dreaming counterparts never will.
Author notes
Cheers. You know who you are.
Thoughts?
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a good poem penned, ah love, is it ever fully formed i wonder, there are always rough edges on the heart that are smoothed along with time's presence.
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Yeah...don't think this one is going to smooth itself out. We're content being best friends, though. Always makes it a bit easier knowing they'll be there when you need them, even if it isn't in the capacity you'd like.
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enjoyable to read...i have one of these
its a beautiful miserable thing...
the first couple of make me think of one of most favorite albums
and thats great
keep writing you've got a way with it
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Thanks for the kind words and applause, hun. Muchly appreciated.
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Hm...such beautifully expressive sarcasm. But I do love it.
Lerves.
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It's for a really good friend. One of those we-wish-but-it-could-never-be type things. *shrugs* Sarcasm and laughter are my coping mechanisms.
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Now that's interesting. Don't suppose you could tell me who?
Lerves.
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