I drove past the park today and
wondered if love is a time share.
How many times I'd wish for spoilage
in the back seat, a wasted money-escape
for frozen foods to decompose
while we walked on asphalt ... or
a dirt trail pelleted by limestone
where kids could roam
in total adult obscurity,
oblivious to the laws of the sciences
except for, perhaps, Chemistry.
The reds, yellows, and oranges
will wave us by, pine needles
embrace the footpath muddied
year over year by biped
and quadruped prints alike ...
seeking whatever within
a leaf-thick protection,
our canopy.
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I waddled past fresh green eyes today and
wondered if love would ever come ...
if lust were only a physical excuse
to be close without relational ties ...
and how easy the destruction
if love is when you are both
at your strongest and weakest in life.
No, I don't think I will survive love.
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Sure you will. We all do, and we even learn from what makes us trip ourselves up.
where am I now on this strongest to weakest spectrum, I wonder? do we have to be one or the other, and can it change from day to day? Most sane people I know say no, it's a long and treacherous journey to nowhere really. I dont know. Love? hmm...I have opposing definitions of what many consider to be love, and usually Im told to keep my thoughts to myself. Either way, this write makes me ache.
love,
jin
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I'd rather you express your thoughts of love rather than be silenced any day. There are differing degrees of love- a spectrum of pink, at least that is the conclusion I gather.
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but what if I'm feeling rather bluish-purple? spectrums of pink scare me.
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Holy crap.
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