Poem Of The Week

Fireside lovepoem

i was writing a lovepoem here
on the sofa a lovepoem singed
all crusty and darkroasted by some
wild passionate heat and gooey
on the inside a marshmallow plunged
in a fire its heart pressed hard
to the blunt tine of a toasting fork
a lovepoem welldone its thin skin
all crackly black and blushiest pink
within but it fell in the ash
the spent and floaty ash
and now it’s a cool lightgrey
different thing than what
i meant here on the sofa what
i meant was something pink &
black & sticky & sweetish
and now i have something
a different thing that says
you’re older and i’m greyer
and you’re greyer and i’m older
but you’re lighter and i’m lighter
and it’s still a lovepoem