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Terminal Romance

 
 
 

Terminal Romance

My heart skips a beat when you appeared
arrhythmia, with rare ventricular couplets

My eyes respond when you are around
glaucoma abounds the pressure astounds

The sound of your voice is music to my ears
tinnitus echoes a siren's timpani song

The sight of you snatches my breath away
emphysema squeezes my air to a trickle

The touch of your hand is more than I can bear
your shingles spread to my face, hands, and hair

You are my everything always and forever
my affectionate end stage affliction of choice






Article © Frederick Foote. All rights reserved.
Published on 2018-11-19
Image(s) are public domain.


4 Reader Comments

Bernie
11/20/2018
04:56:56 PM

As usual Mr. Foote, unexpected and thought provoking. The juxtaposition of romance and physical disorders is at first jarring, but then after a bit of thought, very appropriate

Patti Santucci
11/24/2018
12:15:23 PM

On the one hand, lucky to have that kind of love at the end of a life. On the other hand, sometimes love can be so intense, some would say unhealthy, that years of fire can burn a man alive before it's his time to go. Great poem, Mr. Foote, as the ending makes me wonder if it is really his choice. ;)

Geri HunterAnonymous
11/25/2018
01:21:45 PM

Fred,this is so beautifully contradictive! Such a love story in so few words! Love it!

geri hunter
11/25/2018
02:09:37 PM

Fred, this is so beautifully contradictory, such a love story in so few words. Loved it!

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