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on falling in love

I love how you burst through the door
and look around. I love how bad you are
at hiding the fact that you’re trying to find me—
and how trapped I feel when you’re nearby.

I love how when you see me your mouth
falls open, how another mouth extends
from within the first mouth, both mouths
drooling, like you want to bite my head off,

literally crush me in an extended hug,
take me back to your nest and secure me
in jelly-like tentacles. It turns out you do.
These are just some of the things I love about you,

Alien. I’m not even sure of your gender,
but in the heat of the moment, does it matter?

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Aaron Belz is the author of two books of poetry, The Bird-Hoverer and Lovely, Raspberry. A third collection, Glitter Bomb, is forthcoming in 2014. Belz lives in North Carolina and also writes sweet essays and reviews sometimes.

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Brett Foster has published two poetry collections, The Garbage Eater (Triquarterly Books/Northwestern University Press, 2011) and Fall Run Road, which was awarded Finishing Line Press's 2011 Open Chapbook Prize. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Boston Review, IMAGE, Kenyon Review, Pleiades, Poetry Daily, Raritan, Shenandoah, Southwest Review, Subtropics, and Yale Review. He teaches Renaissance literature and creative writing at Wheaton College.

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  • someone who writes poetry November 1, 2013, 2:23 pm

    wtf?

  • Mireille Mutima November 17, 2013, 11:30 pm

    Interesting poem. I love all sorts of romantic poems especially the slushy I-love-you-to-the-stars-and-back poems, a bit like the ones I write on my blog http://mireillemutima.com/as-a-token-of-my-love-ode-to-my-lover/

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