Fall
Sep 17th, 2009 | By Denise Hudson | Category: Poetry | 416 viewsI tend to fall in love
no less than twice a week
with strangers
– and half become my enemies
– and half become my brothers
The little lights inside their eyes …
The warmth of skin that I can feel
inside five paces
One with curly rumpled hair
and a disarming smile …
Another one a poet singing whispered words into
my hypothetical shivering ear
And each becomes for that small space
the love of my life
blended into myriad faces
I can’t help it –
liking men, women, mothers, fathers
loaves of bread …
I can’t help falling
in love with the chair
or the lock of hair,
the disorganized curls
on the nape of your neck
The significance
of a passing look across
as the music swells –
It helps me to make the small decisions;
whether or not to enter
small or fast or languidly …
or to decide bigly
that I’m going to go on
loving – at random –
into the next day’s week
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About Denise Hudson: Denise Hudson is a musician from Austin, Texas. She has played the piano, performed, and written songs there for many years. She's written bios for friends and other artistic types, and she's keept various blogs and an extensive journal for the better part of a decade. She is constantly scribbling lyrics and poetry, stories and random articles. A much larger work with a "freaknormous story arc" is also in the throes of development |
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I love this poem… it is the story of my life!! Falling in love is amazing