Mud slush love
Two missed calls and
one unheard voicemail love
Bamboozling, money guzzling
bright metal blue machine love
University boulevard and a millenia
of ignorance steeped in academia
Fairy walks through trees waking up from winter
and a deep brown earth love
Eyes drunk with sleep and lips tilted in a half smile with
November peeking through the skin kind of love
Chocolate melting on top of cookies and coffee scorching
the roof of my mouth
Loud music and a louder silence and a contradictory kind of love
A sad poetry, fragmented and defracted by the prismatic kind
of love. Airport lounges and midnight calls to strangers. A residual
life and a “I’m home” kind of love. Chaos and entropy and a little island
full of mannequins. Thirty minutes till I sublime. Two little bees, one plastic flower and a stereospecific kind of love.