LOVE POEM BY MARY FONS
this poem is for the pillow clutchers/for those looking into the imaginary eyes/ of theperson who fills their mind with sugarplum smiles/for those who have a cannon ofdreams ready and waiting to blossom/for the men and the women/ who want to beunderstood in that way that only someone who kisses you can understand you/thispoem is for you.this poem is not for the desperate/the pathetic/the lame/the loser/not for the one whohasn’t gotten laid in a while/not for the one who says they’re “choosing not to date” for awhile/there is no such thing/this poem is for the people who cannot bring themselves toadmit that they would give their right leg for any length of time with the person on theirmind.forgive me/ I am not a brave woman/ I do not know
at lurks in the hearts of humansand I don’t really want to know/ if
at’s there mirrors memories I show in my face onbad days/ it holds kisses that are long gone/ people who have disappeared/ andpassions that have faded into the ether of the
/ nothing lasts/ and that is the onelesson this coward can say she is able to teach.this poem is for all those who wish to say “I’m sorry”/I’m sorry I couldn’t love you/youdeserve love/I’m sorry I couldn’t give something to you/you deserve to be given to/I’msorry that for every person that loves somebody/another person just doesn’t want to/andsometimes we’re the lucky ones/right?we get to feel sweet truth in the night/the bodies we reach out to are miraculouslythere/but I know the despair that comes when they are not/I know the long nights /andthe doubt /and the fear and that crawling back to a womb that just isn’t there/I knowintensity’s address and the letdown that rents there,/ I know and I’m sorry for it/it takesyears off your life and it cannot be avoided.