The Cataleptic Era of LoveA Poem by SuhdLoving once againAn obese memory Outrageously fed by insecurities Often travels from the dicey depths of a deserted ocean, Reaching a heartsick lover---locked in the embrace Of a sweetheart drowsily mumbling something Of spring; of new love. The very moment that memory age-old Of love lost transforming itself Into the horrors only fancy could envisage. He ventured to outrun The predator, like an antelope does--- A predator as fit as a fiddle. Love often comes to blows With reason---and a memory macabre To find its place. His heart grew cold, As cold as a well-digger's nose, The avalanche of silence rampaged through it. He felt foreign hands heaving and hauling him Toward the dismal dwelling Of the wretched souls, All amidst the vile voices of choristers And the dramatic-divine orchestra. Then silently, Around midnight---happened a miracle, A miracle that is centuries-old. With a warm kiss on the lips The night's epilogue was writ. She brought her fervid companion Back from the ocean; back from the thicket; Back to human form. Everything good; everything godawful Had degenerated inside them, Save from the part---that remained untarnished, The part that loves.
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