Love is Barefooted

Love be not

a tragic theatre

with Romeo reflections of macho madness

and Juliet lost to naieve noises

virginity's vamping

veiled in youth

ignorant / ending as quick as quiet poisons

star-crossed rationale

undeveloped / love

 

Love be not

a fickle force

or slackened hand, boredom-heavy

scratching just it's surface

green facade of a golden treasure

guilded and statuesque

underneathe

one must chip away the jagged surface

mossy musings / misbelieving

love be not

but is / and can be

deceiving...

 

but love / love is barefooted

cool in the tickling grass

casual comforts - never greedy

satisfied with this simplicity

barefoot

even burning in the sun-spiked sand

cut by glass, dirtied, even so

as it goes deeper

ahhh relaxation is found

cool again like waterfalls

where once began

hot / love

 

love be not

but barefoot and cool

unforced,

forever lasting

like gold ...

 

it's worth treasured (by fools)....

lint between the toes

love be not

but love is...

 

exposed.

Reviews

[robin]

Love is exposed in this like a naughty cafe junkie. Crazy open ended metaphors, big enough to roll around in. I can feel the super shag carpet, all natural of course. Oh yeah and the air's gotta smell like febreze. Lol. You have a wonderful sense of the moment and tickle the words you write at every twist and turn. Here you dally with love like a disco ball, in a tragic theatre. Excellent!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

oh, i love this .. love is barefooted .. this is wonderful reading .. i agree with you and enjoyed your thoughts on love and your very good artistic expressions ...
I do like the last word you used , 'exposed'... nice
Chloe
xoxo

[flaneur]

"simplicity... unforced... treasured... exposed..."

I envy this love you describe so well.