“verb!”, you said.
“l-o-v-e”, i responded.
(i thought that my verb was heart-filled,
thought that it meant
‘me-you, you-me slash we’.
could it be that she
could see that we
two were too new,
and knew that ‘we slash me-you’
was just a hypothetical? )
my verb was something quite un-designed,
and, as yet, totally undefined.
my verb was unspoiled by over-zealous thought,
in its finest state of raw innocence.
copyright 2000 blackstarr
“Tossed Salads and Scrambled Eggs” from “It’s Just Jazzy”
sculpture “introspection” by Matthew Cummings
photo “beach chairs” by Paul Walsh