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Zane Safrit May 19
It must be love
They say it must be
I say we’re two ships
passing in the night
blinking lights and sounding horns

Circling each other
as we search for safe harbor
Not to be found
We’ll sail the stormy seas

Rest and renew on the calm ones
Rolling over on our bellies
Like Whales and I’m mixing metaphors
Cause it must be love

My brain, fevered rushes
explosions of giddy laughing
in all the wrong places
like checkout lines
or stuck in traffic

Other drivers see a mad man
I see ‘em reach for a phone,
checking their door locks
I laugh louder, they race away

It must be love, I tell ya
Now you’re laughing
Laying in the sun, no need
to blink lights or sound horns

I’m beside you, you’re beside me
Foghorn leghorn I say, I say
You laugh, I laugh
Must be love.

Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
I was listening to Rickie Lee Jones. She has a great song titled "Must be Love."
Zane Safrit Apr 27
Love lurks in the shadows, a B&E pro,
watching for an open window, an unlatched screen door,
on the not yet hardened heart.
If we’re not careful
It sneaks in through a sly glance
A smile, a nod, a giggle, a laugh
Sometimes it hides like trojan horse in the inane argument
the one that won’t stop, we won’t stop.
it keeps churning back and forth, the everready bunny,
Until we can’t breathe, have nothing left to say
except for what we want to say.

It’s a comedian, hiding in punchlines like
a mowed yard and the trash cans waiting at the curb,
Tax filings and balanced household budgets,
a clean sink
and a car tuned up, gassed up and
ready for the morning dash.

Love announces itself in a shout
a why the hell’d you do that, shout
Love’s a twisted trickster,
hiding in puke
Cold towels on a sweaty forehead
Then the knitted cap
Keeping that cold head warm

Love gets all shy when things get noisy,
The kid who won’t make eye contact
So sit tight, sit quiet and listen
It’s hard
Try it sometime
See what you think
Let me know.

Love’s never found in an open cellphone
Swiping, swiping, no.
Maybe a text, maybe,
But not for long.

Love’s demanding, impatient
Pleeeze don’t give me that
Let ‘em go and if they return
Blah-blah *******
Absence makes the heart shrivel

Love dies in loneliness
Loneliness is to love
Like water is to The Evil Queen in Wizard of Oz
A few drops and it starts to die.

When you find love,
Feed it, feed it, feed it
Let it rest and breathe
Keep it safe,
And never let it go,
Never make it want to hide.  

Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
I started reading Charles Bukowski. With that inspiration I started writing this poem a few days ago. But I'm not Charles, and allowing time for this poem to sit a little, listening to what worked and what felt right, here it is. Hope you enjoy.
Zane Safrit Apr 22
Give me a reason
To believe
Something to hold close
Just for me

Give me your reason
All your own
That I can carry
Make us new

I need so little
You’ve so much
If you only knew
If you only knew

Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
The more I wrote this the more Tracy Chapman's great song, Give Me a Reason, kept raising its head. Enjoy:
Zane Safrit Apr 22
Things are changing
Can you hang on
Things are changing
Bang a gong

Write it on my headstone
Things were changing
And he held on
Bang a gong

Ain’t the first
Won’t be the last
Things are changing
They can kiss my ***

Write it on my headstone
Write it in the sky
Things are changing
I’m holding on

Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
The poem came from a conversation I had this week with a dear friend of mine. She'd texted me that line: 'things are changing.' As I wrote it, this tune from Otis Redding whispered to me:
Zane Safrit Apr 14
"My darlin’, I
Can’t get enough of your love
I know I know I know."

"Can’t get enough of your love
I sang Barry White to you
But now it seems
we’re really through

We danced together
Ups and downs
Hand in hand but now you’re gone
Still I sing this same ol’ song
"My darlin’ I
"Can’t get enough of your love

Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
Barry White. Now that you've finished reading this little ditty, listen to the man himself:
Zane Safrit Apr 12
Would I, could I, should I
Seems like I should
But then again, maybe I shouldn’t
Time and tide, here I sit

If she looks good, what’m I missing
And if she don’t, maybe maybe what
A squint, a stare, a sideways glance
But first a search on Google or LinkedIn

To call or not, to speak or not
No, now it’s to swipe, left or right is how
So we flicker past each other
Glittering arrays of possibilities

Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
I'm a little 'long in the tooth' and bald in the head for the dating scene. This poem started with the first line, then the first stanza and then I laughed and cranked out the rest. That's usually how I write these poems here. A word, a line, a riff... see how far I can run with it, have fun with it. Then let it go and see where it runs with me, has fun with me.
Zane Safrit Apr 9
"Spring is the best season."
We said it every year.
A splash of green,
A whiff of life.

"Spring is the best season."
I said it today,
I’ll say it tomorrow.
And forever, mi amor.

Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
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