Say I Do

Misshapen analogies
She said hold me close and never leave me. She spoke and stars fell from their great astral position heading for what always seems like earth but in reality scientists have taken all that romanticism away.
Do you understand? She said.
She said and stars fell.
Across the street she spoke and people fell down.

S_p_i_R_i_t holds and unfolds
Walking is a very difficult task. You have to concentrate, to measure the move of one leg, synchronise it with the other, sway your arms like a thin branch in the wind, look in front, sideways, down, and sometimes look behind. He started running. As fast as he could. He ran all the way to his house and he heard someone from inside the house next door shouting “Go away”. He looked at his front door, and then looked at the street. He hesitated before taking the first step directly opposite the way the cars were facing. The man living in the house next door stormed out, gave the door a strong thrust until it went BANG, got in his car, and started driving to Neverland. His wife was crouched in front of the sofa, half-naked, half-beaten up, half-heart-broken, half-alone. Their daughter was sitting on the 3rd step of the stairs humming a tune softly, unable to concentrate on anything else but the stars in her mind.

DaYS Commonly known as irrelevant LOves.
Seldom do I inhale oxygen this way. It seems that, without even knowing about the tiny pieces of myth I gather everyday from passers-by, buildings and nature, I invite certain fears inside my house, reckless behaviour being the word on the streets. It seemed that I was retracting something from the endless and exuberant mood my memory was in, initially retreating to a sleep of sorts, a lethargic state in which even the curtains now hanging on my wall seem like dresses. I woke up yesterday morning to a rhyme of sounds; I swear all I could hear was “tap, gap, slap, whap, hap, trap, crap” and so on. I concentrated and tried to avoid the charms of the limerick.
I want to swallow everything; to feel every inch of everything in this world inside me. And then I want to spit it out, like a gigantic snake, suddenly becoming aware that its body has expanded millions and millions of times.

Fields of Wild Black and White Photographs
He’s in love. He showed me. He’s thinking. And I’m in love. And we both know. We know. Eyes averted, sideways. Looking glasses, mirroring anticipation in our eyes. Remembering the last times he visited him. I can see. I can see through and in and inside. It’s inside, deep down. I feel guilty; he’s looking at me, grinning. What are you thinking about. Love. It’s sickening, how wonderful all this is, right now. It’s great I say. He could be my husband I say. And he could. I would marry him, and let my guilt grow until it choked me.
I won’t feel bad anymore. We’re both in love
With each other and someone else
And I do hope he knows
I hope he knows
How much we love.