thunder-and-lightning love

they razor
across a face opaque
as sugared absinthe, her smile-
shanks, swearing nothing
could ever come between them, nothing:

the studded starlight, the straightness
of his spine;
there was a time i would’ve moved
everything; now all
that is left is to move on,

the piles of pills uncut, un-
touched on the kitchen counter, a
caress in their cold aloneness. no
half measures in this meeting; she
reads too fast, so crazy she

mustbe in-love, in-
fatuated (i find
i do not believe youmuch, anymore), un-
characteristically alive; still, she reads
too fast, like cobblestones

coming up to meet you, & there is no
sorry in cement, like our
footsteps that day we walked
the beach in the cold, like
elbows in a coffeeshop

on a streetcorner
where they sit and argue
(will they remember my voice,
when i am dead?)
over what it means to be crazy.

20 thoughts on “thunder-and-lightning love

  1. there was a time i would’ve moved
    everything; now all
    that is left is to move on,….there is no sorry in cement…dag, that is hard….love the zoom in at the end on that momroy of the day….arguing over what it means to be crazy…ha…nice closing touch as well…

  2. “…& there is no
    sorry in cement, like our
    footsteps that day”
    this is such a great line, as I read it to mean, for me, that past is past, no loger alterable, the impressions of our steps in wet sand become permanent like set cement

  3. “no sorry in cement”

    I must admit, I chuckled there and that’s when you slayed me.
    You come at this with a sword in hand!

    Wondrously
    e

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