I was meaning to add that last phrase in a last tag, but it'll seem un-Romeo likeirisloverMarch 27 2008, 03:55:12 UTC
Um... That's not love, Sir. They just claim it is.
I know such men claim they "love" but they don't. They are the people I described. Those afraid to experience love. They hide themselves under that like they hide behind swords or other excuses.
It glitters like the smashed beer bottle in the sun
at the bus stop in front of the nursing home
It rustles like the ghostwriter's manuscript
at the peace conference
It flickers like the bluish reflection of the TV screen
on the somnambulistic faces
It smells lke the steel of the fitness studio's machines
like the breath of the bodyguard at the airport
It bells like the speech of the chairman
It swells like the fatwah out of the mouth of the ayatollah
It drips like the video game on the schoolboy's diskette
It glints like the chip at the bank's computing center
It spreads like the puddle behind the slaughterhouse
Breathing
rustling
it swells
smells
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