Strange Refrain of Love

...all of us walk around bumping into life's furnishings when it comes to love, scratching our heads and wondering...will we ever get it right? Yes, I think we can when the intent is pure...if we long after love we will touch its hem and be at least parti

...I ran across your would be lovers name
and the thorns jutting from the letters
tore at my feet.
...and something in me bled,
aged calluses gave way to tender wounds.
I don’t know why they would really,
because I have taken these same steps,
and danced this old familiar choreography many times....
But it did , it ripped my flesh
and new blood issued fresh and free
as if I’d never known this hidden sticker in the spaces
between the stones.
My discovering is always accidental,
I don’t look for confirmation of betrayal.
You lay it down like a  carpet on the path
I will travel through a day, and
You would say
 it doesn’t matter wouldn’t you?
I’m just supposed to be alright with the fact that this is you,
and for the most part I am...but then,
where exactly does that leave me?

We always tread on the burrs buried in the stones
of each others folly.
Its just the curse of human nature to wound what we love,
to seek what we do not have, to long for the grass on the other side.
If you had what you desire you would miss me at your core,
for no one else could love or understand you more..
That is the gift of madness and of mystery..
I roll your would be lovers name around my mouth
like a shinny marble I might choke on any minute.
I let it slide off my tongue once or twice and then
I spit the syllables in the sand because I could die
 letting this wind of revelation  swoop down and steal my breath.
And I limp on through the hours, coughing from my ordeal
remembering that within the hidden and the yet unrevealed
Is the orchesteral refrain of love.


 

Reviews

[ShadowWolf]

Each time..love is different. So I wonder do we ever get it right?

[Jason Henry]

sum really memorable lines in this poem :)
i can really relate to this piece...