Every year or so, I develop a big crush on someone. It’s the untold story of an otherwise typical marriage. I can only assume that other people experience this too and just don’t talk about it. My poem, Crush, below, details the cycle of the crush.
Every year a man tiptoes on my heart.
The dreams of a twenty year old mix
with the wisdom of a seasoned man.
One year a woman with silver nails
crawled inside my head and I followed her.
She walked like silk and her smile was
as red as Washington cherries.
Taken by ring but open with mind, I
swallow images of sweaty sex in
anonymous apartments I’ve never seen.
Months turn into obsession, daily
thoughts pressed into letters and I
imagine drunk kisses in the rain, the
feeling of falling backwards off a bridge,
and crossing the one-way creek.
Before I break promise, the mood
twists like a twig in a thunderstorm,
dark enveloping my heart and the
crush drowns in the sea.
No crush can withstand the test of time, to use a popular expression. All perish eventually. This is the hope I carry with me when my heart is tested by a random friend, classmate, roommate, or shudder, my former boss. He can be 23 or 53 and I will be temporarily trapped by thoughts of wrapping my life around his. This is when my mind kicks in and says just keep walking, girlfriend.
No matter who you’re crushing on, I wish you the best in crafting your own poem to describe the experience. After all, this is what poetry is for: your deepest desires.