by Alan David Pritchard

Created on: October 29, 2008

MY LOVE

My love is like a funny smell

that hovers in the air;

like cigarette butts and coffee stains,

and cat wee on the stair.

Like bread crusts and potato peels

that's how it looks

that's how my love feels.

It tries, at times, to rhyme

its meter is all but gone,

along with the red wine and the fire glow

and a log cabin locked in the snow,

and sunsets and

Julio InriEnriEng

that man who makes you cry with his voice.

I'm not saying that it's not here

it is, but in a way that does not appear

like love,

to you.

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