June 9, 2009
Lets pretend for a moment.
It's a Friday.
A dark one. Gloomy. Foreboding.
Lets pretend for a moment that I care. That I am not cold. The icicles have melted. I am a puddle. Blue. Glassy.
Remember. It's Friday. The day of love. Salutations with Venus. Hearts poked by Cupid's pitch-fork of horrors and symbolic antagonisms. It's that day. That day.
There are pictures. Polaroids. Cut out in the shapes of hearts. Ink leaks from them. It stains white blouses. Blouses of lace and satin. Stained. Inked. Marked like a tattoo on the day of love.
I can't comprehend the day anymore. Though, I do realize that it is Friday. I realize. I understand. Remember. It's the day of love.
A gloomy day. A Friday.
I wish I could post the pictures in my mind.
Hearts.
Cupid's bow.
Pandora's box. Diseases and plagues.
Oh yes. It's Friday. Love.
She danced in her dress. The big bow swaying like a gifted package. Dancing with the Queen of Hearts.
Dancing on her Friday.
Her eyes were closed. Open on the inside. Closed on the out.
I think that I pretend it's Friday. I pretend it's the day of love. I can't seem to remember the last day of true love that I have ever have. The last day that the pictures were taken in uniformity. The smiles that gathered across creased lips. I can't remember when the last Friday was to have happened. To have made the smiles happened.
Don't be cold darling.
Friday's are warm.
Warm Blooded animals.
Not Cold Blooded reptiles.
It's a Friday.
We pretend.
We always pretend.
I remember a long time ago, chemicals used to be infused with lollipops and hand grenades.
Boom!!!
Boom of love.
It.
Was.
The kisses were maniacal chemicals that I fell for inexorably. I remember there were tales that I used to tell. Creatures that I used to pet in my head.
On that Friday...It was a Friday...