Love to Love

We love to love when the air is alive,

encircling body and soul in a gust

of something mind cannot contrive,

and knowing that follow it we must,

as forth we are called for our heat

of passion that engulfs the spirit so.

Befuddling my head like ships in a fleet,

all thought drowning deeper each row,

each stumbling wave, each lone gull,

each breeze so fresh as to send me down

to the beating behind my battered hull

and like the mad king forswear my crown

to a stranger never thought to take throne

absolutely tugging the strings to command

everlasting feelings now she should own

with all the riches and all the land.

My heart was never mine, nor seen it I,

for it always belonged to some long

forgotten faces who foresaw love die

killing it 'til the true love makes strong.

This dusty vase, this empty husk

of a man of flesh and beatless blood

waits for you at childhood's dusk,

while our young love begins to bud

and flower in the brash dayshine

into the deep earth it takes root,

bearing great petals from a lively vine,

for in the spring come succulent fruit

Reviews

[Onlyme]

I love the way how your poem starts of in one direction then heads deeper and deeper into an interesting, spellbinding maze of pictures, tales and emotions. Nicely done. Enjoyed it a lot.

[Cass Ashe]

This one felt like a mess for me, but I'm glad you saw something good out of it, then again, love is something that is hard to explain. Thanks!

[Onlyme]

exactly, love is never easy or uncomplicated.