Reminds me of Love
on Mondays
the shadows of
scattered
clouds cast above
me and the earth
reminds me of love
as I wait
on Tuesdays
the water engine
fills the weekly
depot, strange
birds cross the skies and
leave freely
as always it
reminds me of love
on Wednesdays
a dark sun strolls
over the
horizon, heavy rain
drenches the fields, our
skin gets all wet,
the grass grows over 5 inches on
behalf of
and surely it
reminds me of love
on Thursdays
I travel, which
means walking,
buses, trains,
pollution, diversity, fulfillment
of sources, sharing
of, enjoyment, nuisance,
achievements [...]
on Fridays
I enter zeppelin
mode and fly
in reconnaissance
spouting pine trees, rocks,
vineyards, farms,
creeks, orchards
with my morning
vibes
I'm home. The week
has slithered by
and no sweet love
to die
on Saturdays
we make love
the one
born along milky
valleys
mad-tempered
imbued in the
sweetest
of nectars
the one
rolling down black
holes
bursting supernovas
banned from
paradise
on Sundays
we rest our love
in newspapers and
coffee,
toasts with jam,
eggs
and orange juice
This routine
reminds me of love
Is this love?
©
2014, JC
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