Okay, this piece is something a bit different. I actually wrote it yesterday, in a rush of creativity, but then got a bit scared to share it. Is it too simple, too different from my other pieces?
But then again, isn’t that what love sometimes is? So simple you can’t rationalise it? You can only feel it.
Love is cooking dinner to someone and being able to make their potatoes taste like caviar. Because when that someone tastes those potatoes, what they really taste is their love for the hands that peeled them. And that makes those humble spuds diamonds in their eyes.
No wonder Gordon Ramsay is always so picky. He should quit the shouting for a bit and try some love.
Here goes, I’m going to brave myself. Hope you like it!
A Reckless Fall
I’ve been locking myself to toilets
So I can smile in peace
Your stare rocking my insides
Then lean against the dirty tiles
To gain some balance
But secretly trying to just
Drop through them
Surrender to that rushing sweet fear
A reckless fall of anticipation:
Will you catch me?
Will you smile at my lipstick?
I know, I put on too much
So you can keep kissing it away
For a bit longer
Peace and love to all of you!