The weight of Infatuation

Our heart is a stack of bricks, we hand back and forth,

a pulsing, unintentional rhythm, paced to build

a cozy home, or a retaining wall.

*

Face to face, we sit, clutching

generic porcelain mugs,

marking our bodies like price tags.

*

We share a triangle pastry

blotched in red corn syrup

which we agree is fruit.

To love God is to love each other, you say,

ripping a piece to save.

I bite in a corner to taste,

Loving each other means loving God?

*

We leave, satisfied by starch,

thoughtless about the crumb trail we leave behind.

*

Fasten seatbelts, prepare

for separate houses.

Busy crossroads tiring rubber, friction. Yellow,

again.

*

Is it time or intention that makes green? Design?

*

Staring at the stop sign, shift

in your passenger seat, feel

yourself stick, suspended

by his sedan.

Night after night

*

Orion’s belt

suspends

stiff yellow bodies

*

holding the heat of space.

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About Faye

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