True Love

When we made love

It was post-nuke Hiroshima

 

Two outlined human figures

Blackened onto the concrete

 

A Florida sidewalk

Where children used to play

Until one of them

Disappeared forever

 

Forever, in your blue eyes,

Is a ten minute trip

To the slaughterhouse

 

That’s how I know

This is true love

 

That’s how I know

I’ll never fully regain

My composure

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is the kind of love that Juliette Lewis and Woody Harrelson in that one movie. Or maybe it was Patricia Arquette and Christian Slater I'm thinking of.

[Ken Simm.]

The metaphors you use here suggest on the surface an iconoclastic passionate love. I may be wrong however but there is also a very subtle undercurrent of loss or even insecurity that makes these loves all the more true. Nicely done.

[roarke]

somewhere in here I sense innocence lost... what do you do when life changes? Love changes everything. Composure? lost that a long time ago.
This poem really brings emotive memories to the foreground. Another keeper.