Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Love


With Golem intensity
We hunt it down
Grasping with skeletal fingers
To lock it in our hearts

Dried hearts of disappointed grit
Leathered, hardened, soul sick
Unable to nourish ourselves
We guzzle at the wizened teat of another

Convinced they will satisfy
While love’s apparition
Teases our restless starvation
Stalking the ramparts of our soul

We demand love, gift wrapped
Decorated in tinsel
Boxed, in a bag
A meal ready to go

Can you gift wrap water?
A litre of water wrapped in a bow
Can you catch a moon beam?
And decorate it with tinsel

Love’s gentle shining
Flows around us,
While we feed of each other
Convinced it is love



4 comments:

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    1. Thank you Yolanda, yes unfortunately is so often true

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  2. I seriously love this. So powerful and raw. And so painfully true.

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