If We Forget…

“…if you stop loving me little by little
I shall stop loving you little by little.”
~ Pablo Neruda

 

If
you forget
me, all things
inside you will collapse,
shrivel…

If
I forget
you, my whole
being will lose meaning,
decay…

If
our hearts
forget our love,
you and I will
end.

 

via

 

the wee notes…
– linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
– Rommy Cortez-Driks is giving away a copy of her new collection of short stories, The Trouble with Wanting, and Other Not-Quite Faerie Tales, click the link to enter the giveaway. If (like me) you can’t wait, get it here or here.

 

Sweet Poison

“There’s a kind of magic in masks. Masks conceal one face, but they reveal another. The one that only comes out in darkness… [and in love, methinks]. ~ Terry Pratchett [and me]

 

I fell for his tongue
(sweet poison inked into art)
a satire of love.

i was lost, lost, lost… in lust
without love—pleasure
hath no north.

In the chaos of hidden thirsts afire,
he is madness (a learned art)
on skin, wanting and waiting…

hoping

love melts masks.

 

for a friend (who l believe might benefit from these words *right now*).

Mad Love
, by Dave Lebow

 

linked to Poets United.