by Brian McCloskey
The privilege of being able to hold a woman and tell her that I love her. I’m terrified of toilets and I don’t know what to do. She’s so easy to love. Kissing you is not enough for me. Can I keep you? You shouldn’t be doing that to a chicken. How sweet it must be to be loved by one woman. Can you work late, Judith? We love to hang on to our pain. The cuckoo in the woods cries out my love’s name. I’m gonna kiss you slowly all over. I love you...I can’t breathe, it’s making me ill. A shopping trip or two to the sales looks imminent and may not leave much time for romancing. I’m trained to swallow all sorts of things. An orange is an ideal place for us to quarrel. Tell me it’s never too late to die of love. I have a funny song about a wanton fish. I have to tell you that Mandy’s a strange girl. I’m alone, and I need to love. I also like looking at pretty legs in floaty skirts. It’s like having two souls at the same time. It makes me happy to suffer for you. It warms my heart just to look at you. What a funhouse mirror is love. Now I’m in love and the woman rejects me. Can you eat the herring? What’s so special about me? Her long unfolding leg is a little tremor of rapture. A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief. I was thinking of jumping up and down on an orange. Love at the lips was touch as sweet as I could bear.