Hooked [poem]


Love was what you wanted to show me. You called it
Curled your tongue around the word tenderly
So that it flowed into my ears and trickled
Down my spine. You reeled me in:
Little fish me, dangling
On the hook of you.

Swimming in it, Love,
Oh weren't you just swimming in me.
We camouflaged our dreams
Beneath a surface of sanity.
I glided over you, I rippled through you.
I was the surprise of rain in your desert
You were the man I conjured up in my head.
I embodied you as fire,
But you decided to become smoke instead.

What a girl thinks of in times like these
Is hard to describe,
When the whole of Love crashes into her
And sends her reeling.
The wine glasses begin to glitter promises
And violins sound like laughter,
But roses start to look dangerous,
With their threat of thorns hiding behind a veil
Of red lace and sickly sweet perfume.

And when she is cradled, when she is spooned
Into the back of him,
Breathing in the incense of his scent,
She thinks that this must be Love, and that this
Is what she is destined for. Everything crystallized
Into this diamond drop earring of a moment
That she will wear all of her yesterdays.

This is Love, and this and this:
A faded photograph clutched to her heart
As the memories begin to disintegrate.
I can't remember his face anymore,
But I know his eyes were blue, that is all.
He taught me love, he taught me what it meant
All of its dimensions, all of its depths.

Drowning in it, Love, oh weren't we just drowning in it.


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