lindsaysscribblings.com » Amo, Amare, Amavi, Amatus (the paradigm verb)

Package

lindsay — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 17:54:47 +0000

I sent you a package
It is neither pertinent
Nor urgent
I don’t know if you’ll like it
But I sent it
For you
So shouldn’t that count?
I sent you a package
And the postage covered
The cost and
Your name
But I promise I wrote it
So shouldn’t that count?
I sent you a package
With a disconnected, corresponding
Note
After three drafts
An unstudied
Unimportant sentence and my
Summer address

Resistance

lindsay — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 06:00:16 +0000

Such a blank white canvas is
Intimidating
Though it never was before
I have resisted it
And you
Imperiously
Meekly
But now I shall concede.

Stagnation

lindsay — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 06:00:30 +0000

If I were yours and you were mine
And never we were to doubt
Where would that leave us,
my love,
but doubtlessly,
apart?

Take Heart, The Salt Does Sting (or I Miss You too)

lindsay — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 17:08:12 +0000

I recognize this pattern:
The emails, the phone call
The internet stalking.
I recognize this pattern
The need for some,
Any
Interaction, recognition, reaction,
Justice.

Recorded for Sincerity

lindsay — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 06:00:28 +0000

I know what your apology says:
I’m sorry I wasn’t what you wanted
I’m sorry I couldn’t convince you to stay with me
I’m sorry that you were unhappy
I’m sorry that I snapped at you
And I wish I hadn’t said I never wanted to speak to you again
Because in reality I do
Every day
The way we used to talk
But not now
With the prospect of your misdeeds looming overhead.
Oh yes, I know what your apology says,
And I know that it doesn’t compare
With the apology I owe you.

Writer’s Block

lindsay — Fri, 09 May 2008 22:00:42 +0000

Desire I can write of
Fury just the same
But Love
Love
My pen tarnishes thy name

Ink Heart

lindsay — Fri, 09 May 2008 22:00:31 +0000

The ink heart on my hand bleeds
And I want it to bleed
Into you
To Impress you
Imprint you
Meld you
Mine
With a single
Spasmodic squeeze

The ink heart on my hand bleeds
Like I will
If you leave.

The Sticking Point

lindsay — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 19:06:06 +0000

You can’t just forget

Love

And I loved you

I’ll never be over it

I’ll just want to be

I’ll never be over it

But I’ll never be over him

And that, my dear,

Is the sticking point.

‘Twixt You and I

lindsay — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 06:00:00 +0000

‘Twixt you and I,
nothing should ever intercede -
not conspiring mothers,
not pernicious lovers,
not distance,
not time,
not cloth.
‘Twixt you and I,
nothing should ever intervene.

Oh, My Love, This Lust

lindsay — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 06:00:00 +0000

Oh, my love
This lust
Is not well-intentioned
Not innocent
Not sweet
Oh, my love
This lust
Demands satiation
Immediate and
Indiscreet.