Love in the Form of Falling Banners

by Matthew D. Rowe

Today

I was reading a poem.

 

Something about love

in the form of falling banners.

 

I bit the left

inside corner of my lip.

 

An arsenal of blood

filled my anxious mouth.

 

Doubt littered my

analytical heart.

 

I thought of you,

and how comfortably naked

we can be together.

 

Clothingless in conversation,

void of communicable filters.

Curiously roaming worlds

of non-material speech & intuition.

 

The blood & pain & falling

banners

made me glad

to love you.

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