narrowed and refined
like carefully dried
reeds and stalks
painstakingly arranged
to traditional prescription
I want the invasive kind
like ivy that clambers over
fences, burrows between bricks,
fractures my foundation
I want scotch broom love
rushing crayon yellow over
the dunes
impossible to tame
embarrassing in its profusion.
062209 written at the Harrison Cafe'
how passionless our love lives have become ? and invasive plants like ivy and scotch broom ?. poor guy, I hope he doesn't take it too hard.....love used to be more passionate in the old days....sob........
ReplyDeletei like to walk among the scotch brume "rushing crayon yellow over/ the dunes"––i love that! and the near rhyme w/ profunsion––with my passionless love, but in fact, i prefer our "passionless" love: for we have put our passion toward other things that then we share and it makes up for the loss of libido. thus, there is still passion between us... xoxoxoxo ~lt
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