We can't let the robots write all the Love Poems
A Love Poem. Actually, this time. For you.
(Instinctively, just now, I went to read the poem
I haven't written to you yet.
It looks like you’ll be doing this with me.
[you always only ever were.])
—
(what a mad thing it is.
to be broken open. with you.)
—
This particular life was never a thing
That held me very close.
I was ready to quit at any time.
Cold turkey.
—
You shot marrow
into my bones. Now,
my attachment to this life
leaves me breathless.
—
I gave the birds an oath, for you.
(It’s the first that I remember making.)
—
It’s all me. And you. And you and me.
As you and me
And you and me
As us.
—
We are the spell.
Our falling is the magic.
We can just, do it.
Every day.
—
(I do think fondly, though,
of the times we were fungus.
My tendrils. And yours.
Turning decay into life.
—
[A messier process,
as humans.])
—
*shall we proceed,
past the preface?*
—
I believe, now,
That we will.
—
Æ
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