san francisco.
True Love by Barry Gifford.
Your sickness made me
a little sick, it’s
true—I still
feel it
Mayakovsky got down
on his knees
and declared
his love
to his last
mistress
a few hours after
he’d met her
Remember me
at the hotel
in Paris,
on my knees
in the lift?
We’re all the same
men of too much passion
and a little talent—
some a little more
than others
We fool ourselves
into thinking
we’re strong
then complain
the rest of our lives
crippled by
the consequences
4 comments:
Oooh, nice shot in San Francisco! What a great eye you have, Little Bird.
While you were on your hiatus I posted a poem I wrote that is somewhat along the topic you posted here and you might like it.
A very good choice for the official "post season" of love!
LOVe this. good luck with the grad. school apps!!
xo
I hope your day was full of love, too.
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