Edward Wright Haile
Zz 235 Temporary Madness - Poem by Edward Wright Haile
They say an act of temporary madness
leads to the center of your arms and legs,
and not this self-starving adoration, unless
love falls like pollen, finished once it acts.
What made your thighs forget about their knees?
What made your thoughts, the droplets of your speech,
smooth out into one rolling current, wheeze,
catch breath? No matter now the hands beseech.
Oh, meanwhile, as the sun shatters in branches,
true madness will seize both of us to go.
Some smelly city’s sanity that wants its
fools returned from wisdom’s long-ago
will peel us up like some good season’s track
reversed, ashamed, recalled, dumbfounded, slack.
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