Tonight's Poet Corner: Ow, I Adore You
Ow, I Adore You by Belinda Roddie It's interesting how infatuation can feel like whiplash - how a kiss can leave a sunburn if you don't prepare for the glow. You lean forward, put your head between your knees, because the pounding in your chest's creating vertigo and there's no safe way for you to swoon for her. So you hide your face. You hide your lips. You hide your watering eyes. Deep breaths remind you of your own cadence. She is so far away now, yet she scatters dry leaves beneath your feet. They don't crunch under your heel, though; all they do into flatten out, admit defeat, a TKO on an autumn evening. Now you need ice for your sore neck.