love

yeah, i'm thinking about it.
and as i sit here to write out the word, i think of jill scott'ing for love, and also Allen Ginsberg's line, "the weight of the world, is love" - from his poem song
*sigh*
isn't this the truth
the "beat" truth, perhaps - "beat" being defined recently to me as the bare essentials, what one basically needs, just to get by - this is the best definition i have heard so far to bring me into this time, movement, writing, people

~

i have been lying around, sick, for four days
reading
reflecting
musing about love
and thought i would come down here and post a love poem i wrote not so long ago, but have been nervous about posting. as soon as i titled the post, love, i felt it again. how do you write something new about love? how do you get past the cliches and the turned up noses in disgust - ew, a love poem
but, all concealer aside, here is my poem:

you take my
kisses like flakes of
sun

letting your head
ear my neck
waves

and as i
lean
to kiss
again
your eyelids
pulse

like a
hound - nosing for
scent

~

and there's, a half-naked poem
peace