By Sirishty Thakur & Benjamin Grossman
What is love?
I venture for the search,
Hovering above the restrictions,
Packing the streets and theaters.
In the shadows of the city lights,
The subtle touch of elation,
Tempered by the night’s venom.
A parade of tamers lurking to fragment dreams,
To seek the hook for their puppet master.
There’s always a cage for joyous affairs,
Some subjugation of our bohemian nights.
But I still reach possessively for the moment, as the pendulum strikes.
Eternity vibrant in your eyes,
Unwavering in my faith that love is untamable.
This poem was a collaboration with Sirishty Thakur. Please, do yourself a favor and check out her amazing poetry and photos on her blog: Thought Loop.
© 2021 Sirishty Thakur & Benjamin Grossman
She puts me on in every season
Regardless of time, place, or location
In the rain, the sleet, and the snow
Apparently I’m some sturdy husband material
1. Slowly … melt the pole of the Frozen North.
2. Travel and/or dock along the borders, consisting of
the West Coast and the Eastern Seaboard.
3. Move inland, flooding the Deep South.
4. Abandon or go down with the ship.
5. Drown, even, if you must. Or …
6. Float safely skyward toward the heavens.
I cook now
Only your favorite recipes
It makes me feel closer to you
I need words
To write words
But I never have words
When I need words
So I wait for words
To find more words
Until I’m at a loss for words
I’ve fallen out
The same way
I fell in: this sentence unfinished
Whatever did you do
To make Jill push you
Down that hill?
Don’t say nothing
Only the truth
Will keep your neck unbroken
On your next trip
Down that hill
Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes?