Love flag

“Love is raw as freshly cut meat,

mean as a beetle on the track of dung.”

-Jim Harrison
You can take words and make love

to me with them

they can caress my skin

as if I was standing naked

in the coffee line.

Then you can twist them into

hard stones fling them at my

window and break all my walls.

I have the moon in my pocket

and want to share it with you.

We can cuddle in the daylight

in a dark room

where no eyes can see how

words treat us. I only

want the truth

but you prey on desire

more than ultimatums.

Man meets woman

and love waves flags

with no roads. My body

does not travel down

your street. My body

travels in another realm

and we meet at the same time

in the same city

on the wrong day.

Words belong to the mind

and we are lucky to

be alive. You can go

now and give up

on my demons.

They will not

see you. They make

up plane flights

and books.

Go on to the next flight number.

Have a safe trip.

I will be in a melancholic state

for twenty-one days.

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