
The Lazy Cupid
If I
Picked you up
Some
Love
At the corner
Store,
Where would you put it?
Together
With the
Graves of daisies
You saw –
Your heart skipped
And decided
To uproot them?
Nudged between
The books of poems,
Pigeon feathers –
Too pretty for the sidewalk;
In the braille that you read to
Soothe them?
Slipped
Between the crumbs
And crawls
Of day old bread,
Wrapped in tinfoil,
Tucked
To the back of the fridge
Into the liquid, to mull,
Into the washer
With pine needles,
Lest it gets dull.
Will it be nibbled
And made
By the corners
Of teeth,
Or fingerprinted –
A perfect crime
Of dreams,
Saffron on the hips;
Will it be worn,
Will it stay warm
And will you,
By the briefness of the butterflies
Implored,
Toss it out
Like ashes
Into a disinterested sea,
When I am gone?
Or will I need to haunt the world
To get some more?

*Fit perfectly together for my own prompt at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie for Sunday Confessionals, where I invited everyone to revisit and finish some old creative work and the new prompt by Brendan at Desperate Poets, where we are writing love poems, of any kind, because there should be more of them (please go and read this prompt, it is an inspiring beauty in itself). The poem was sitting in my Notes, I rewrote it a bit and here we are. The AI did a good job in reading my mind for the images, or I am getting better at prompts. Please use it as an inspiration, and not the new thing to use to pass judgement on artists or writers, or anyone.
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