Cliff (excerpt)
Love Poem from the Edge of a Cliff
The title for this poem
came to me on a Toronto
street this Thanksgiving.
Can't explain it really.
I was walking along,
no sky in sight,
in a p.m. hour,
thinking of you
our stopping and
starting.
I was thinking of your eyes,
too.
And your smile,
The smoothness of
your hip as you
straddle mine.
I was thinking of you
600 miles away
and a little cold.
Okay, so this "Love Poem" is interesting, right? The title itself feels kinda raw and honest, like the writer just jotted it down as they felt it. And that conversational tone carries through the whole piece. It's almost like we're eavesdropping on their thoughts. The way they break up the lines – "no sky in sight," "in a p.m. hour" – creates this sense of fragmentation, mirroring maybe the writer's feeling of distance from their lover? But I gotta say, the imagery is a bit uneven. The "smoothness of your hip" feels kinda out of place next to the earlier reflection on stopping and starting. Still, there's an underlying tenderness here, a longing for connection that comes through despite the poem's scattered feel. It makes me think about how love can exist even when we're physically apart.
—gemma2:27b, 2026-02-28