So many times
we debate on love
Subtle abstract
or concrete slab
Either way it’s elusive
I must admit
heat from love’s hell
has thinned my skin
But it always grows back
thicker than lies
stronger than a condom --
when you really want it to burst
I know a couple
married for 32 years
they pride themselves on endless love
yet sleep in separate rooms
Maybe love is
defined within a Haiku:
-- Acceptance is like
A cold cave with beaming light
At both ends of choice --
Think about it
When she can stand the smell
of your sour feet
and you can stand
the smell of her silent flatulence
Love then locks you
in chinese finger cuffs --
The more you pull
the more you feel the pain
of possible separation
Get too close
~ Escape ~
and drift away
Only to repeat the cycle
with someone new
Secretly storing memories
on mental shelves
Peeking in every so often
Concluding
whatever love is --
It sure does take up
a lot of room
Author notes
By: Afroqban
Option B: Love
A contest entry
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490 points, ended November 5, 2008, 35 entries
Honorable mention
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Amazing! I dont really know what to say, this is such a complete write and I would agree totally about every single word you have said. there are some things that I have liked most in this write. # 1 is about the couple sleeping in seperate rooms...Ahhh! love for some is just for show, isnt it? I have known such too. # 2 is the getting close, escaping and drifting away and then repeating the cycle with someone new bit, that was my favourite part. I loved how you have put this. and then the ending which comes so powerful! Sure, love DOES take up a lot a room, and I do not think anyone, ANYONE would disagree about anything you have written.
Thanks for sharing
Bravo!
Love and light,
Lencio
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man thats an awesome compliment...and coming from you, wow! thanks a bunch, but i strive to be on your level of writing, u are simply amazing. thanks for the time to read my work, much love and respect
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Wow, this one left me speechless. Bookmarked.
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excellent throughout. not to mention you used flatulence in a poem without being obscene. the idea of a repeating cycle and that love takes up room. all excellent. well written and expressed with superb images. thanks for entering.
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I love your conclusion.
"Concluding
whatever love is --
It sure does take up
a lot of room"
It does, it is a pain. I think people consider, sex and passion as the love part too often. That is just the hook to pull you in, the love part is more the-
"When she can stand the smell
of your sour feet
and you can stand
the smell of her silent flatulence
Love then locks you
in chinese finger cuffs --
The more you pull
the more you feel the pain
of possible separation"
And then when the chinese finger cuff comes off, you still don't want to leave. You realize that some how you have been woven together and if you try to bolt it will hurt like hell. Then the swell of passion and sex happens again and it is just an endless cycle of endurance and sheer pleasure.
Sorry for the ramblings, loved the piece, your poetry has an amazing ability to make me mull over the simplistic things. Thank you much!
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