 "Magnolia Blossoms" by Diana Mary Sharpton INTRODUCTION: “When love is not madness it is not love.” ― Pedro Calderón de la Barca In the dark we crush Julia Cohen crab apples for the sound of it. Light cannot be bitter. The backyard licks us. Blue like kindling, the fox we caught with a shoebox. Your shirt is a constellation in the tent of recovery. If you release the hand you relax the animal. Bookshelves hold up the moon. I sweep your fur into a feeling. I put you into my memories on purpose. Moss smuggles stars into your cheeks. Inside your body’s future, bravery turns to pulp. The flashlight pendulum. Your face sounds like that record player. Electric & spinning. Let’s grow old together. Don’t be scared of Gertrude Stein. Be brave. I was feeling this song tonight Sugar... like I'm feeling you... Comments are closed.
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January 2019
Diana Mary Sharpton“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Categories
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