divorce from reality
a moment separate
from in betweens.

tread the streets
in neon boots
steeple paper hearts
in cut-out stores.

gird the drinks
with maraschino cherries
and stuff cherry pie
down your throats
gaping hearts agape.

view the world
up side down
the asphalt gleaming
the glass aglitter
the people’s faces
a flash of fire.

bring me bouquets
folded paper roses
steeple paper hearts
around my head
bring me love
together with reality
a moment together
nothing in between.

Notes on “Divorce From Reality”

We went modern today, with this poem that may be hardly recognizable as a love poem! Also, it may seem strange to include the word “divorce” anywhere near the title of a love poem, let alone inside of it. But I hope that you’ve caught the drift of this poem nevertheless. It came to me at 6 AM one morning, and I couldn’t resist including it in my 14 Poems of Love project. It reminds me a bit of a poem I wrote a while back, “in(sanity),” which you should check out if you liked this one.

Feel free to let me know what you think about “Divorce From Reality” in the comments, or chat with me about anything. You can also link any experimental love poems you’ve written — I’d love to give them a read.

For more info on my “14 Poems of Love” February 2021 project, check out the intro.

Images were sourced from Unsplash, and designs were created on Canva.

Read the next poem of love — 14 Poems of Love No. 7 / Did You Know Me?

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