love, what....

Please No CSS

Only when You and I speak alone,

am I ever really honest.

Seems the people of my life

do not understand

that emptiness is next to fullness.

Odd to have my truth

elicit sympathy or concern,

or is that simply a backwards plea

to return

to the singly care-free “me”

so reliable and true. Not for me,

nor for You,

but for hiding from the true.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.......

Love, love, love

what is love

when young ones warble and cry,

singing wanting lullaby….

and mother answers

breast full and aching

milk spilling, lips shaking, suckling taking

….

when lovers moan and reach alone

across the vast and empty sheets

then whispers find

another divined to fill this perilous breach

….

when leaving the mortal coil

at last! released

and the lonely fighter speaks,

finally honest, so devastatingly alone,

knowing now the Truth is,

 

has always been,

 

Home.

 

 ~janet