she wanted to know what love was
that you could fall in.
i said a pit. and hope that someone falls in w/ you.
she imagined, she said, a door.
the one you would love having an open
door which you fall in – only,
she laughed, i fall and hit something, a wall.
her scribbles darken and fill a thick bar –
the brick wall i suppose that brings out
those bruises around her eyes.
you know it’s love when it hurts i said,
and wished i could say more about the
crazy buzzing ache we call love – i guess
i’m in love just about all the time, which
was something i could say and laugh –
too true to be important.
she wanted a way to say love is a hurt
and doesn’t even really happen.
i wanted to say how well i knew what she
meant.
i would have said, only, well,
love is a hurt and a pit i’ve fallen in
too deep to believe anyone up there can
hear me.
love is a door that has always been locked.
i hardly bother to see if it might be open this time.
