ceiling fan.

listless and dreamy, I lie
and stare up at my fan
spinning endless circles
against a popcorn ceiling sky
a perpetual motion machine

lulling me to daydreams
of your sweet, sweet smile
I close my eyes

so I can get lost
in yours for a while
each pupil; a universe
deep and star-filled
I drink in the memory
of your warm presence,
a lovely potpourri
of kisses and sneeches
oh! can I just say,
I missed you today?

more mush...

we exchanged
and embraced
each of our fears
summoning tears
no reason in midst
behold:
we irrational scientists

but that’s love, I suppose
and, oh, Darwin knows
no reason resides
in ardent romance;
what a blindfolded dance!

so I’ll stick to my plants
and you to your genes
and we’ll leave love
to centrifuge elsewhere
in those subjective machines
we call hearts

and perhaps
they, too, can be smart
but just in case
my dear clock face
I'll tell you anew:
I love you, I love you
I love: you






peace.
-lise.