Love in the Form of Falling Banners

by Matthew D. Rowe


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


made me glad

to love you.