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The Lost Chord |
inspired by a quote on music by keith richards
love is tyrannical
it is war torn and wanton and velvet and blue
love is royal, and base, and every flavor in between
it’s a young man’s game and an old woman’s legacy
it’s fractal and melding
love is sweet, sweet oil in your hard-grinding gears.
love has a monopoly on pathology
an ongoing affair with insanity
it’s a chrome spired mistress
and a sticky sweet slave
it cries like a baby abandoned on somebody’s porch.
it hums like a mighty machine.
love is incendiary
inflaming every damn cell to a thrumming ecstatic glow
it’s a melancholy romance,
high and lonesome,
love delivers.
love is a laugh out loud bitch
a foaming cold brew and a hot hot sting when you pee
love is a fist full of gold in a hive full of bees
flinch
sing
surrender
but if it’s right, don’t ever let go.
there is no “falling” in love
love chooses you and drags you in
love is magical
love is maniacal
“it’s an amalgamation, a mangling and a dangling and atangling thing.”
in love, there is no “properly.”
love is the lost chord.
copyright 2012
Cat Angelique
McIntire |
