I want to be in love again
…
feel it break through my skin,
crawl inside me
like a winter’s night wind
on Hobo Beach, off Mayaguez,
intoxicated on Juan Especials
and the rush of a tide
that carries all of time
through me
and back into the sea
I want to be in love again
…
slip into a faceless night
in a summer of childhood,
gliding on my bike
after dark, an afterthought;
no fear of consequences,
too occupied
in the feeling of flight
and the naïve notion
that tomorrow is irrelevant
I want to be in love again
…
make out in the morning
before brushing teeth
or checking clocks,
eyes and tongues
and minds entwined;
light-headed lovers
drunk on last night’s wine
and an unspoken vow
of a lingering taste on our lips
I want to be in love again
…
with the words that I write;
find metaphors with the depth
to transcend their intent,
similes that speak simple truth
like an overcast sky
foreshadowing a storm
and the breeze that leads
from sin
to forgiveness
I want
to be
in love
a
gain
wake, eyes A-Gape
heartracing
embracing the morning
like a day lily
reaching for the sun
I want
the THum-Ping
of life's drums
and Bass to
puL
SaTe
an
earTH
QUake
in my chest
I want
to cr um ble and cry
when I look into your eyes
and see you
come
inside of
me
inside of
you
I want to be
a hurricane
a carnival
a carousel
inside your soul
I want
to taste
the bitter
sweet
flavor
of "almost"
savor
the pride
of “I tried”
feel merciless misery
when I falter
or solicitous pain
when I bleed
I
just
need
to
crave
grasp
desire
feel
anything
I want to be in love again
…
because this
this
void
this lack of life
is too damn close
to death
to accept |