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#15 – Love's Dangerous (As Are We.)


He’s in love with the way she looks when she speaks.
       Flash of teeth.
       Like swords unsheathed.
              Her lips curl.
              Tongue unfurls.
Let loose a million phrases-
Much like labyrinthine mazes.
A whirlwind of tone and inflection-
Such flawless phonetic infection.
       His jaw drops wide.
       Ears warm- they flood.
              Flush red with love.
              Run red with blood.

She’s in love with the way he looks when he walks.
       Purposeful stride.
       Head held high with pride.
              His legs sway.
              Hips give way.
And in a dozen paces-
He’s been a myriad of places.
A tempest of steps and procession-
Such graceful gait and progression.
       Her knee buckles.
       And he just chuckles.
              A taste of copper-
              Who else could stop her?

On the blazing hot street,
their eyes lock and frigidly meet.
       Their skin sinks, sullen…
       But all of a sudden—
His feet turn ferociously fleet,
Tugging his trousers so he can fly by their seat.
       And right there behind him,
       though his pace is near blinding—
       she’s keeping a rhythm, not skipping a beat.
Each step is a test,
a nail in her chest.
       Focused          on the      clicking       of the       concrete-
       The sounds     of her       fading         are          so sweet.
              But try as he might to tune it all out,
              her shrieks slip in— seeds that all sprout.

              Walks.              Talks.
              Sneaks.              Speaks.
He saunters, yet falters.
She bellows, but yellows.
              He slows and listens,
              her lips brightly glisten.

She can’t help but lie.
He lets out a sigh.

       She’s red in the face, about to erupt.
       Spun on his heel, it’s all so abrupt.
But.
              She stops, because he does.
              He’s remembered how she once was.

       Moving closer, he whispers a curse…
       All eyes close. All lips purse.
It’s all in the way he attracts;
She can’t believe he’s stopped in his tracks.

              And in the embrace-
              there is a truth to be faced.
In a world of he’s / she’s…
A life filled with you’s and me’s.
       Where everything’s separate, and fights are redundant.
       A planet where nothing but I’s are abundant.




Is there nothing stranger than something called “us?”
       It’s true.
              A love between you and I is dangerous.




~Ramblings of a Crazy Man, #15 (Love’s Dangerous (As Are We.))



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