Oh! Be A Fine Girl, Kiss Me (for Isabelle)

Don't think my love is sweet.  Don't think my love is cute. 

Don't think my love could be caught between the covers of a greetings card, or in bunnies or hearts or flowers or chocolates.

Don't think my love is like the pretty-blossom, that blooms in days but is gone in weeks.  Think instead my love the tiny, tungsten-tipped acorn that grows slowly into an oak, fed by the faintly-radioactive ash of each year's Valentines.

Find not my love in idle moments.  Find my love in every waking thought; a stomachful of pinless grenades.  And dreams no escape. 

See not my love in the catching of air kisses.  Instead see me kill for the honour of catching bullets for you, gouging and leaping to swallow them in my hungry flesh, ecstasy on entry and hoping for the biggest, wettest hole.  Coughing my own blood in final salty toast, now that WOULD be sweet.

Think not that my love tells itself through poems under the moon.  The moon never lived, and my love doesn't give a shit.  Think instead of me bracing myself against a point in space, a hate-anchor, bursting my body to stop the earth on its axis, to rip the continents from their beds just so the last warm wind, as it whistled through the zipped-back grins of a billion blackened corpses, might whisper some of what I feel, and you might hear.

Compare not my love to a summer's day.  Make my love instead the power of every burning boiling sun, summed through all their cool-colouring lives, compressed into a single, supernova eye-flash of jealously and rage.  Think instead of me, sat on the sky and snuffing out the stars one by one.  For fun.  See them now - that's not twinkling, that's TREMBLING at what my love's intensity could do. 

And all this only the first grain of rice on the king's chessboard, with two on the second square and four on the third, and none of it even halfway to my love.

Think of that, my love.  And take care.

Comments

[pocketpunk]

so its not a crush then......

[Tim Stannard]

Saw that coming. So, have you set a date yet?

[Peach]

Very impressive... But I doubt Isabelle would put greeting cards, bunnies, chocolate, hearts etc anywhere near "love" ?

Ps - no, no tricks - see previous comment box

[Angelalala]

Absolutely delicious.

[isabelle]

catch the bullets,
stop the earth,
swallow the stars,
for you I am fearless

[An Unreliable Witness]

I think he likes you, Isabelle.

Blimey, I'm such a good reader of sub-text.

[oe]

Unreliable - it's a warning. The secret is the last two words.

[Ariel]

Love and fear are two sides of the same coin.

[An Unreliable Witness]

They are. I tend to flip over on fear. And then get even more fearful of flipping over on love.

[Callisto]

It's too much, take care.

[clarissa]

Wow.

[Aidan]

Oh my.
Maybe time for any and us mere passers-by to back well away, as the time hits two-thirty.

[TSP]

After reading that, my love is stuck in my throat, choking me.

[fionat]

Yikes. Love that makes the stars tremble. That's some love, sir.