The Perils of Love

Her eyes widened like saucers the first time she saw him
Candidly they caressed him, while simultaneously undressed him
It hit her in the pit of her stomach...inexorable drawn
Her heart beat accelerated, and lips moistened with the tip of her tongue with anticipation of such a tasty morsel after such a long drought

He was a masterpiece, a breathing, walking embodiment of beauty
In masculine form. Instinctively that she knew that she was pawning her freedom, for she’d be the same no more. There was no room for rationale involved. It derived from pure instinct, an almighty need to mate -- even at the price of being owned in mind, body and soul

The searing heat of the asphalt pavement castigated by the noon sun,equaled the heat generated by their fused bodies, thus becoming one. Holding onto each other, bordering in fury, desperation, and joy. As a man grasps a raft adrift in the vast ocean. It was a continuous high, which one day crashed. Love capricious as a child, fled the scene of the crime

The wound was mortal, this she knew as she fell on the couch
Life ceased having meaning…without love. What is there to look
Forward to? To live numbly like a zombie, and to simply exist
To eat, sleep and defecate. To rise, rinse, and repeat over and over again,
Until the day the heart stops? Is this truly living?

She grieved her love, like the women grieved for Christ
Like a babe cries for the teat of his mom. Like an orphan
Cries when Mother’s Day comes around. Like the woman
who’s miscarried her babe, and the man who learns
His son has fallen in battle, a hero nonetheless

The ache was profound vivid and raw. Unable to summon the
Will to go on…one day she caressed the cold steel to her head
Life went on as usual for everyone else. Her spirit rose and
Ceased to grieve, detached from the baser needs of humanity
Yet she knows no peace; the price was too steep




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