from A Man Called BJ Love
Little cloud, why you throwing all this shade?
I have a love whose skin is sunset, whose hips
are worth scaling, worth climbing. My hands
are dusk and sweaty. My eyes the first star you see
tonight. O I wish I may, I hope you might let me
kiss your face. There are spots where we can
easily see New Hampshire, and that’s where we
will make our babies. Where we will swirl our space
dust and stir whole things into being. And you
know what? Let the grass grow. We can watch
each other run through it, and be all romantic
and shit. You see, the thing about mountains
is that they are awesome. The thing about me
is that I am gushing. The thing about you is that
you have a rock solid knowledge of geology. And
if anyone asks, this is how we have managed
to carve out this little glowing life for ourselves.
BJ LOVE’s poems have been published in H_NGM_N; Forklift, OH, Sink Review; Spork; and elsewhere. Additionally, and perhaps more importantly, he produces Pretty LIT, a podcast that features literature, with a little stank on it.