call me naive but
I believe in love
that elusive bluebird of fairytales
spoken of in hushed whispers by
babygirls and housewives alike
I believe in the swoop and rush
feathers in my stomach
desiring to look and notlook combined
only one foot in reality
sadly I believe in fate
o that cruel lover!
murmuring sweet nothings in my ear
truer metaphor never spoken!
making feverish love to my fantastical imagination
soft and slow
candles of what-if alight
I believe in Lancelot and Guinevere
Tristram and Isolde
courtly traditions of yore
phantom lovers haunting my spring mind
Snow White and her fair young prince
fairytales and chivalry
silly dreams of nothing and nobody
oh, but I believe
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I love it. But you know this. :) What happened to "Not the sugar mama kind"?
ReplyDeleteIt's still around! I just have two blogs now: one for poetry and one for snark. And thank you :)
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