Scott Ross - Poem

Love is best realized on the long, leveled field
that falls, centered, between despair and ecstasy
In the time-wake, the transition from days to years
When memories become like a copy of a copy
Faded, readable, with a few smears and errors
In the speckled moments between dusk and dawn.

Love is best realized on a calendar wall
Where photographs are tacked with glue
Past dates and times merge like pencil marks
Tracings of drawings are shaded with care
In places that smell of familiarity and roots
Words bounce and burst as they fall and fall.

Love is best realized in the masterpiece of life
Discovered upon a wallpaper border casting
Custody onto the blankness of white spaces
In the subtle touches which leave hands awash
With clouds of chalk and blotched ink marks
And minds alive with pictures of grandness.  

Love is best realized in the mirrored spaces
Which reflect love and lust, lust and love
In bedrooms filled with flannel comforts
Where hunger is a nagging backseat driver
To subtle strains that take toll-booth staging
Striking welcome sleep into the open-wide eyes.