Guest poem submitted by Jennifer Cushion :
(Poem #1779) You
Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head, so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name, like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables like a charm, like a spell. Falling in love is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart like a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin. Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in. I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine, in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze, staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud, from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me and I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.
I feel this poem captures the initial stages of resistance people go through when they fall in love. It is so much easier to pretend it isn't happening, to immerse yourself in "ordinary days". Yet, despite all the efforts, the person invades your every thought. The first verse in particular conveys this. Jennifer Cushion.