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Love Unbound

Love Unbound: A Repository of Poems for Those Who Love Differently

Since 2020, I've been writing poems about houses, homeownership, and its intersection with the immigrant experience in the US. You can read some early versions of those poems at Always Crashing. Writing those poems naturally progressed into thinking about ideas of possession. I asked myself a lot of questions: Who deserves romance? What about the erotic? Why is there so much interest in controlling expressions of love? Why is there a mononormative and heteronormative and cisgendered expectation of possessiveness in modern dating and love? And on and on.

Truthfully, I’ve never been a fan of the “love poem.” In fact, anything extolling the virtues of ones-and-onlys kind of sends me running for the hills. But like a true (and questioning, maybe) poet, I began to be drawn to that very thing which initially repulsed me. (That's the push-pull of Eros, the Bittersweet, right?) So I started collecting love poems that eschew ideas of romantic possession for something deeper. I wanted to read them over and over again, to remind myself that such love was possible.

I've gathered them here, in this living archive, and occassionally post them on the 'Gram. They are not all by non-monogamous writers, or queer writers, or writers who espouse the values of romantic non-possession in their daily lives. They aren't even all about romantic love; some allude to love in its other, and no less noble, forms: agape (unconditional love), philia (platonic love), storge (parental love), eros (erotic love), etc. But in each of these poems, I found a seed, however small, of freedom from convention and societal restraints.



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Without further ado:

Love Unbound: The Poems
I want to wake up / In the arms of the person / I love / And drink coffee with them...
the night is silver in its silence / moon-pop echoes of the day / raked up rubble of the hours spent...
I don’t call it sleep anymore. / I’ll risk losing something new instead—...
Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close / to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me / with your entire body...
Love means to learn to look at yourself / The way one looks at distant things / For you are only one thing among many...
Coming together / it is easier to work / after our bodies / meet / paper and pen...
I don't want a future together / For that will only give rise to the fear / That I may one day lose you...
I am making borscht / please do not laugh at me / I seem to have ruined my soul...
i ask you what’s the first thing you think about / when you see the color yellow & like a real...
i ask you what’s the first thing you think about / when you see the color yellow & like a real...
I hate hearts please don't have one / I wish you wouldn't call me I'm not waiting / by the phone by the light of clock...
These poems / they are things / in the dark / reaching for you...
No one gives a damn about a poem / until they need a poem. / The poet...
No one gives a damn about a poem / until they need a poem. / The poet...
No one gives a damn about a poem / until they need a poem. / The poet...
For years, the habit of wanting you / carried like something unnoticed...
There is nothing new to say about love. / When I last slept next to you / I dreamed...
It is a kind of love, is it not? / How the cup holds the tea, / How the chair stands...
with the anemone zero. / Drink 12 oz. of coffee in Longmont. / Are you parched? ...
Tell me it was for hunger / & nothing less. For hunger is to give / the body what it knows...
Dreamt last night I fed you, unknowingly / something you were allergic to. / And you were gone...
Lay your warm body on the warm eath / and sense how deep the roots go, the roots...
Instant coffee with slightly sour cream / in it, and a phone call to the beyond / which doesn't seem...
Come inside / this blizzard of falling apple blossoms. / It's light in here...
My body opens over San Francisco like the day- / light raining down each pore crying the change...