Love Jumped Up and Kicked My Door In
Love jumped up one afternoon
and as I sat reading a book,
she kicking my door in
and took me in a dream wonderland
full of surreal life,
and Salvador Dali was there, painting
and Picasso sat smoking a cigarette,
and thumbing his nose at Dali,
but Dali smiled and kissed his feet.
Love tugged me by the hand, as an impatient mother
would do to her child in a candy shop.
She showed me a cloud,
and on that cloud was the twenty-seven club
smoking weed and drinking whiskey and playing music,
Jimi Hendrix playing his fender Stratocaster with his teeth,
Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin singing away to a blues tone,
Kurt Cobain and Robert Johnson were no where in sight though!
And I sat with them and I talked with them and I played with them
and I sang with them, and they loved me,
and we were happy,
and Love pulled me again and she kissed me on the lips,
and showed me three people who had broken my heart,
and they were dressed in grey and frowning,
I did not laugh and I did not cry, I just stood and stared
(they were ashamed to look at me,)
Love pulled me into her own little place,
on her own little cloud,
I sat on a throne decorated with gems and rubies
and their sat a table full of food and drink
and Love came close to me and fed me and cuddled on me
and kissed me and made me feel safe and secure.
She was a beautiful goddess, that Love girl.
She smiled and it made my heart jump and skip
and she held me close and there I trusted her
and trust I did to her.
I closed my eyes and I feel asleep and dreamed about anything that I wanted to.
Dream after dream of beautiful and glamorous things that made my head spin!
Love was by my side the whole night and day,
and there she was every single day,
in what felt to be May
and she sang a song;
that made me dance and kiss her more and more.
That day Love jumped up and kicked in my door,
was the best thing that ever occurred to me.
.1.24.2014.
Copyright ©
Chris Boskovski
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