A Sort of Poem

by Daughter

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-07-24 20:30:00

I have distaste
for the evidence
the common sense
that reminicent
look of care
oh, you don’t care?
at her mention
you stop
and stare
your eyes avert
she’s gone yet always
pieces of her
strewn
everywhere
I’m supposed
to get up and over
stop looking over
both my shoulders
chill and calm
and cool relaxed
pass a beer
put on a mask
we sigh and kiss
we always miss
one or another
this that the other
look, our feet
they walk apart
the left your heart
the right my heart
glances and smiles
miles and miles
clasped by pinkies
promising forever
will we snap
and do whatever
the hell it is
we want
desire

love’s not water
love is fire.