Love The Most Beautiful Form Of Insanity

Posted on December 29, 2008. Filed under: family, happiness, life, love, mental health, romance, writing | Tags: , , |

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When you haven’t been in love since forever it can seem nearly like a myth. Then from out of no where it hits you, and it is the most beautiful form of insanity you could never imagine. The poem below reminds me of this and much more….sigh


A Little Love Poem by Andy Weaver

Someone who hates scrabble.Someone who sleeps on her back near an open window in winter, her breath rolling like a river into night.

Someone who wants me to wake her in the morning by reading ee cummings’ love poems, giving a small candle-flicker of a smile just before opening her eyes.

Someone who appreciates the architecture of churches, but refuses to step inside.

Someone who has hands fit to hold hurt sparrows and robins.

Someone who threw out an her Alice Cooper records when she found out he loves to golf.

Someone who would swerve a new car into the ditch to avoid a frog crossing the road.

Someone who would tattoo my name on her arm in writing the same colour as her skin, so it would appear slowly from nowhere when she suntanned, people thinking her blood was telling secrets to the world of its own accord.

Someone who learned Spanish to read Marquez, or Lorca, or Neruda.

Someone whose hips whisper their own stories of the serpent and the garden of Eden.

Someone who bites the back of my neck like a leopardess carrying her kitten to safety.

Someone who’ll make me wait for her to come out of the shower.

Someone whose smallest movements amaze me: her hair falling over her eyes, the soft swell of her hips when she ties down, a deep sigh when she sleeps.

Someone who maps every ticklish part of my body and then uses her knowledge strictly for evil.

Someone who paints our bodies black and makes love with me under the stars.

Someone who burns through my chest like that first shot of scotch.

Someone whose tongue, if we’re kept apart too long, would nervously trace my face into the roof of her mouth.

Someone who practises her signature with her wrong hand, in case of accidents or a sudden arrest.

Someone whose fingrnails smell faintly of her hair.

Someone who reminds me of the soft tickle of fog.

Someone who would rush outside in the middle of the night, setting a spider onto the lawn, never admitting it’s because she hates rain.

Someone who understands the unforgivable importance of ravens.

Someone wholl flicker into my lips with the ferocity of a dragonfly.

Someone who will open, thick, pungent and vital, like a Mapplethorpe flower.

Someone who has searched for me like a near-sighted woman groping for her glasses, stubbing her toes and swearing in Yiddish.

Someone who would understand why Steve and Dave and Paul and I sat in a bar staring at the mirror behind us for twenty minutes because somebody had asked what would happen if you looked at yourself in a mirror using a pair of binoculars unti1 we had to admit the question was too big for us, and we turned back to the safe optics of the beer bottle.

Someone who would just happen to cut my wrist shortly after reading Ondaatje’s “The Time Around Scars. ”

Someone who’ll stare softly but straight at me, smiling reassuringly when I tell her how my 73 year old Medieval lit prof looked up from Chaucer, stared blankly over the class’s heads and said that even the happiest marriage will end in death.

Someone who understands the efficiency inherent in suicide.

Someone who knows that love can be the thickest slice of hell we’ll ever taste.

Someone who would dance with me by the sides of highways.

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14 Responses to “Love The Most Beautiful Form Of Insanity”

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Sweet! You know that someone is out there, right?

*Vomits*

This is beautiful….

So personal, yet universal. We can all think of someone special that fits similar requirements in our own lives.

Love comes to us in so many forms and in the transformation is the real love…for that moment for that relationship. Just when u think it is all done… just wait it will change.

Ahh the elusive love ! i loved this, so well written and self explanatory, if you have expierienced love that is ?

Wonderful…also bittersweet when you consider that many things on this same list become what the couple out of love recites, but now a list of complaints. I guess the insanity goes away

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I basically liked: “Someone who knows that love can be the thickest slice of hell we’ll ever taste.” Because that’s the truth. The rest of it made me feel a little uneasy..

Beautiful

She wrecked the car to save a frog. If her kiss doesn’t turn him into a Prince I’ll bet ya she will be having Frog Legs for dinner tonight !!! INSANE ON THE MEMBRANE !! She might be good in bed but she must be dumb as a rock !!!

Earl, you are such a poet. 🙂

I love this more and more each time I read it

I fell in love with this the the minute I read it!!!I had and am still going through a very hard break-up when this was sent to me from a dear friend, and It made me realize what I truly, wanted and what I had not been getting!which has let me move a little closer to what I feel that I am looking for.

very nice poem.. @josh rice – you made me lol


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