Joshua Bantum

(May 18th,1989 / Paradise, CA)

Gift Box Of Love


It’s not that you can’t capture Love
Tie it up and throw it in a box
So you can visit it when wanted,
You can if you want,
It will for moments,
But like all captured matters
It’ll age
Start to settle its wager with Mayan coin’s of death and sacrifice
Love will turn to complacent anger,
Spite and resentment
Then even the cage will chip, carbonized bark like dead fire wood,
A black void,
Once holding love and fiery lust.

I’d rather have it fresh when its there
And not stab it to the wall like a picture frame until it spoils and the beautiful colors fade

How she looks:
It’s the heavy eyes,
And the quicksilver smile that curves to the joke.
I can see her stare that follows everything
The constant dip of the head that rises half sober to concentrate
On what you just tried to say

Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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