Beauty in the Breakdown

This is a Love Poem without Restraint – Lorna CROZIER



This poem
is full of pain
full of pieces
It cries out
oh! oh! oh!
It has no pride
no discretion
It whimpers
It will not drop its eyes
when it meets a stranger
It will not hide
its tears

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It will talk
of beauty
Lilacs Apples
The smell of rain
in caraganas
Your mouth
Your eyes

What are you going to do about it?
You cannot stop me
now

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The moon shines on this page
as the poems writes
itself. It is trying to find
whiteness
frost on snow
two feathers
on a pillow
your hands
upon
my skin

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These words are tired
of being
words
They refuse to sit here
pretending
they can’t move
off the page

These are the fist
ones to leave
their white space
They fall
on your tongue
letter
by
letter
like raindrops

One of them
is my name

What ill you do with it?
It has decided to live
inside you

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This poem has no restraint
It will not say
plum blossom
sunset
rubbing stone
cat’s cradle

It refused to be evasive

I miss you
I miss you
Come home

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I won’t talk of passion
but the sleep that follows
when our bodies
touch

that moment
just before waking
when we realize
we have been holding one another
in our sleep

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How do you use the word love
in a poem?

Love.

If you look at it
long enough
it will burn your eyes