Third Love

by on October 30, 2023 :: 0 comments

If the first love was our god the second a figment the third
proves an existence of friction the lives intertwined
a
forced connection of time and distance

I mean a highway
of guitars strumming the speed limit & talk
of marriage premature

such that our love was born x-rayed in bed with wanting
to run away that kind of escape is magical

blue smoke in the night

on the back patio of an apartment by the river
the burn of lips and wind carry us further

away

– James Croal Jackson

editors note:

Charmed by a third to make whole. – mh clay

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