i have to leave three rings before answering ~ its just what i do, thats all

then again, we could

the phone burrrrrrs off the rest and I burn off the rest of the days shadows with a match
Sulphurous

we could be lovers, i suppose, but what for, really?

for fun, for conversations about penguins and sharing meals

smile and wonder if he would say that if i were a terrible cook with a patio
with no thyme and chives and i laugh while i hang the mirror

we could be lovers without fun, or friends without passion, why waste both by being greedy – i ask

i would never ask you to choose, never promise, never lie

surely saying never is a kind of promise, slip slidey shale beds lay quietly, blueloaming, after all

i am not sure i understand

no, i am not surprised

snipping foil with scissors is so very satisfying, so sharp.clean and perfectly blunting and i breathe and breathe and breathe still, hearing the sea in the reciever, my breath soporific on return

                                                    {amongst the escape the retreat of wordmemories; he shouts about the car and i crumple inside ~ for the differences balance on a cottonthread on an eyelash and now, now again i am crying like a bruise, like an apple bruise and shaking so badly, and all over the car}             

don’t say love, don’t say love, don’t say love    

why are you afraid of love, love is lovely?  , love is strong, not snap.brittle, not prinkling and shardish, it bounces, like a vinegar egg.

but look at you.  you are in so much pain and all for love, all of it, for love.

ah!    o   no sweet you no no.  nothing to do with love
ob leigh gaysh un  that is all, and bricks.
Yes, it is rather a lot about bricks and

you are small, come here, come and watch television and I will make you toast and draw squiggles on your arm with the teaspoon handle, the way you like it.  I will hold your feet and watch your face while you think about things and i will listen to you.  come here

i have to go now to the river
i have stones to swallow
i will see you soon

.

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~ by Beeskiffle on March 11, 2008.

8 Responses to “i have to leave three rings before answering ~ its just what i do, thats all”

  1. amazing.

    Feel like I should say something else, but what can I?

    So amazing it is.

  2. I very philosophically powerful verse. This actually makes one stop and ponder about a few things, even if they have been pondered about a lot many times before. Just one of those “check the door” fantasies!

    Brilliant work!

    My personal opinion is that it is the premeditated expectations that we have which kill off the beauty of pure, unimpeded love.

    I really like this;

  3. the whole thing hangs on an eyelash, it is so perfectly balanced, delicate but powerful, hauntingly beautiful and sad and simply exquisitely intimidatingly original and perfect, your writing is a thing on its own, incomparable, indescribable and beautiful,

  4. “you are small, come here, come and watch television and I will make you toast and draw squiggles on your arm with the teaspoon handle, the way you like it. I will hold your feet and watch your face while you think about things and i will listen to you. come here”…..this brought a lump to my throat

  5. Jo~ thank you, you always leave lovely comments
    sumedh~ i think love is easier than we think but it comes from unexpected places. i think romantic love is overrated and friendship is everything. this is only what i think though
    paul~ (((you))) i know i should have done something with it, but it was just like that on the paper and it felt right.
    enigma~ me too, thank you

  6. wonderful. i’m adding you to my blogroll. okay with you?

  7. thats for sure, dude

  8. Rick, of course, thank you.

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