Love is a monster that takes it all, your energy, your affections, your focus, your dreams, your sense of identity, even your integrity, if not your dignity. But above all, it swallows your time and without time, your existence takes another shape or form; it becomes non-existence. You become something else, anything other than what you formerly knew as you. Love is consumption
Love is a monster in the woods. You lose your sight but in the pitch darkness of the woods, you see things you had not seen before.
Things You Make Me See
I have seen joy clad in moonlight fur
Walking briskly above our heads;
Your back turned to me, I counted
The freckles that give your skin a mellow taste.
You may not remember
But you gave me the deliciousness of the summer air
Thick as cream topped on my morning coffee.
You know but you never admit
That it was you who stretched the night over my skin
And told me to go to sleep.
Today when I woke up I saw the atoms in the air,
The crease on your side of the pillow,
The fingerprints on the window sill,
The dust on the mantelpiece.
You swallow my days like a monster in the woods
And once you’re gone I have it all back —
Time stretched to the ends of the planet;
I have moments to spare, moments
Left on their own twinkle by in front of me.
I can now tidy up and wash my hair
Iron some shirt and dust the furniture
And with time still left on my hands,
I regurgitate parts of yesterday.
By: Marjan Shokouhi