What's love got to do with it?

jojo-nguyen Poems

Is love like riding a horse? Is it like straddling big powerful steeds, jumping over rails, and lazy brown foxes? Sometimes we need a crop to whip our pony to that final spurt, stretching a Black Stallion nose across spent finish, glistening with sweat at besting the crowded rest. And if we fall we're suppose to just get right back tall into that saddle set Superwoman like rather than some crippled ghost rider, a Ritalin paraplegic Reeve coming out only to fake her maudlin bout around another racetrack night. Maybe love is like jumping out of a perfectly good aeroplane without a parachute hoping falling watching to see if a ridiculous Bond James will HALO drop us desperately out of danger, a ripping clutch released at ten thousand feet. Love sure is like an action-adventure movie! Our love in mundane lives spills laughter till our sides burst, till our hearts explode sending pieces too far off cities shell-shock amnesic and hungry for new horse races with a spotted Mustang.