sticking out your neck for love



what is it that falls from above
that lets one stretch his mind for love?

is it the net of stars that pins our arms,
or the sun that blinds us to the fight
of loving and wanting to run

the confusion of loving and the fun
of being in the same old place or

the stumbling to go back
to what we had before

there was this us
to you and me,
then getting up 

to stick it out again,
the eyes and ears, nose and chin

so it feels all right, more or less,
to be giraffes, chewing for the juicyness 
we get from the stuff they keep up high






© Copyright 2003 Peter Chapman

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