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.