love is an old grind

Ok, i'll play.

I want you to tell me how you met me,

but I want you to lie.

Dearest, where are your children

the 6 you swore you'de have by 27?

By now, I should have been lost in love.

My limbs, from my elbows to my a*s-hole,

covered in wrinkles from Palmolive

dish detergent. Instead I've been squeezed

between loves fingers. Where is the finger

with the gold band that rings in the new day;

plays that chorus gospel until you kneel?

Who sits, knees crossed, and stares at the

band like we did

Led Zepplin, the romantic bulge

in Robert Plant's pants  singing to my sister

at night, stiffening the walls of her viscera.

Come lay with me against the slow,

the cartilaginous spirits of nightfall. Perhaps

it was there where we met.

Jumping in the mosh of shade and dew.

Becoming the strobe interval of an earth

that dyes itself blue. An aged blue

From the hell my grandmother made out of life,

 infused from a leather back, old book come true.

In her final, twisting moments she couldn't

swallow her medicine. Perhaps That's it.

Love may be the medicine, curative

and constitutional that sticks in our

pathetic, old throats.

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Well I am not good at a full interpretation of this piece, it does feel like this love is sick and no medicine can revive it. It's gone on far to long with no true commitment.

For some being together is all they can take and the rest of the medicine will sit on the shelf or the love in any form will just die.

Great work young lady.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much Willard Wells for stopping by to visit me and for those kind remarks// dana

[Swirlharmony]

this is a love poem but heartbreaking because where is the love?
between loves fingers. Where is the finger
with the gold band that rings in the new day;
plays that chorus gospel until you kneel?
it feels that this poem, has a character who has had love and believes it wouldve /should've last, and believes in true loves magic, but life gets in the way, and reality tears it apart.

[h d e rushin]

great perception Swirlharmony and thanks for those kind remarks// dana

[Emily B]

we met in the stars, the blue ones in the west, it was warm there
breezes blew
and we were safe
and loved

why did we come back here
do you remember?

[h d e rushin]

that's exactly where we met Ms Emily.....thank you and happy holidays....dana

[W.k.kortas]

I have read very few poems on this site that were half as lovely as this review.

[Emily B]

Awwwwwwwwww :)

[W.k.kortas]

Life? We're soaking in it.

[h d e rushin]

It's been hard for me to soak in also......love you...happy holidays....dana

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This was like opening a time capsule. Seemed like a lifetime of memories
being played out before my eyes.

[h d e rushin]

a time capsule indeed Zeitgeist.....thanks for stopping by....dana