Love is Like a Corridor
Part I:
I tell you
Love is like a corridor
Dim and deep and long
Like an eyes-closed kiss
It goes on a for a while
Before you can find any
Door
And you must hold your
Breath in case anyone is
Sleeping.
I close my eyes and go
Creeping
Down the steps
Down your lashes
Down your throat
Part II:
I take you by the
Jugular
And count every
Heartbeat
Your face smells like fresh
Meat something
Warm to eat
But every girl claims she
Wants something sweet.
Part II: On Behalf of the Name of Love
Men are from Mars and
Women are from Venus
But I don't care where you're from
As long as it's
Someplace
With a name.
Emotion, you see, is the
Language of love
And place is the
Name of
Meaning.
Sometimes I close my eyes and
Imagine what sound my
Name would make in a
Different voice and what the sound
Might
Mean.