when people are in love they often say they simply fell tripped over their own two feet face forward and into the arms of their beloved
i did more than simply fall onto the ground of your love
you, for me were an ocean and i dived headfirst roughly harshly almost painfully into the waters of “you”
i knew i could not swim but i did so anyway i was drowning entangled in you surrounded by this being of “you” engulfed in this feeling of “you”
and i did not know what came over me but i let myself drown i did not try to swim back up because if i went back to land, releasing myself from your grasp that would mean losing the feeling of “you”
and after submerging into the depth the love the passion of “you”
I kissed a girl with a broken smile; nothing could come near. She carved it with a pocket knife; slit from ear to ear. And she wears it like her favourite scarf; it keeps her from the cold. So I told her its only woven by her enemies of old.
I think I might just be a lot of talk. A dreamer. I dream a lot and the reality doesn’t seem as good. I’m on the third re-heat of my morning coffee and the third time around it’s really really not as good. But this time I put the microwave on high and set it for 2 minutes so maybe it will be so hot it takes off a layer of my tongue. I hope it does, but I won’t let it. I can smell the microwave in the coffee which can only mean I’m drinking parts of the microwave. And maybe the little parts of the microwave will make my dreams come true. I picture the little microwave atom waves spinning and bouncing--- and taking me on a long journey.