Christopher Apfelbach

Rookie (July 1,1990 / Burlington, VT)

Crazy Love, Vol. I - Poem by Christopher Apfelbach

When you come right
down to it, all I really
ever wanted was to fall
in love with you epically.

I wanted to spend ten years
coming home, only to find
you holding out against
a throng of suitors using

nothing more than a loom,
a tapestry, and an unfair
test of marksmanship,
like Odysseus did;

I wanted to demand
a draught of poison from
the apothecary, to kiss
Death's liquor from your lips.

I wanted to duel a man
for your honor and lose,
leaving just enough time
(of course) to gasp out

a few last words on the
nature of redemption.
I wanted to keep your
secrets, own your heart,

chase you to the ends
of the earth and back,
just as Hercules ran the
Ceryneian Hind to ground.

Or maybe all I wanted
was crazy love, something
impossible, insane beyond belief,
a mockery of hard-hearted fate.

And I am looking forward
to telling you all this on some
distant Sunday in August—
eager, in fact, to hear you chuckle

as you lean over to stroke the fur
of the terrier that has leapt up
onto the couch between us,
watching with the sort of interest

that only dogs can muster
while we go about the quiet
and momentous labor
of loving one another.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 29, 2012

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