A Busted Myth Poem by Robin Bennett

Baby, hold me tight and-
away from the grips of sheer insanity,
I don't do love at first sight,
Something I consider a myth,
or a gypsy folk tale at best.

I had the perfect vantage point,
when you walked in, your-
confidence preceded you,
by a mile.
Until the whole exquisite part-
caught up with you.
It was then that love sucker,
punched me, and I fell hard.

Gravity was no longer a
concern of mine. Between you
and the booze buzz, I was engulfed.
My head spinning in some strange
space place. Light years ahead of
myself, I was already naming our babies!

Usually, this motor mouth can't be quieted,
until now. I was sputtering out foolishness
a mile a minute. Finally valium relaxed,
my sanity returned. The longer we spoke,
the harder I loved. But, I don't believe
in love at first sight or the loch ness monster.

After a few weeks of "us", I was opiate hooked,
feeling warm and fuzzy inside;
and wanting no part of giddy love rehab-
I just wanted to enjoy that sky high ride,
I had never known.
For years, we loved fearing the Earth
would surely spin out of control.