11.01.2012

Love in November

What is love? A pillow for you head,
When you're falling from a thirteen story ledge.
What is love? A smile before your eyes,
While sinking to the sea-floor.

                                              I imply,
Perhaps, that love is futile: not at all -
The falling soul wants comfort in its fall,
It is her place to learn the pillow's place:
to cushion? No -- it's something to embrace.

The sinking soul must take a crooked mouth
As evidence the business she's about
If not to get afloat, at least might be
To rage against the power of the sea.

(Image Credit: Dan Barak)

3 comments:

Debi said...

So heart-achingly beautiful, Jason.

Jason Gignac said...

Thank you, Ms Debi.

Chris said...

Oh beautiful as always Jase…I've missed your poetry and I've told you this before, but I really would love to see it collected in print somewhere someday :)