Saturday, January 9, 2010

How Lovers Leave Their Mark

There were initials
Carved into the wooden flesh of the bridge
Stretched out like the spine of a story book
Held creaking over the waterfalls

Every letter was separated by periods and plus signs, littered with romantic art work
Each was the first in a sentence that told of
Broken hearts, first kisses, surprise puppet shows, and hide-and-go-seek me if you love me Check yes if you do. Don’t call if you don’t
And never say maybe cause my love is worth more of an opinion than that.

The cool breeze shivered me stupid
As it crawled out of the east and crashed
Into my skin with the secret fury
Of amateur lovers, hiding dynamite between
Their chest and the wedding rings tucked into their shirt pocket.
Thinking it would be safe there when in fact
Nothing ever was
But we slept better thinking it would be

That summer I got lost in the eyes of a girl
Dropped bread crumbs along her secret paths
Went running through her gardens
And at some point the sparrows came hungry.

I was a boy.
Never thought about being a man.
I knew that one day I would have to
And the day I realized that
I left my childhood behind.

I never got back.

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