Season'd love...

Really wish you'd look me straight

   in the eye when you breeze my way,

thought to myself, 'I do the same'...

what is this thing called love 

   that ties us in endearment's knots

       makes chameleons of us all,

fluctuates like the seasons,

     hot, cold, breezy & lukewarm

what happened to the intensity

              of affection's  bloom

instead of wilting in

            pathetic poetry's time warp,

relegated to the indignation

           of calculated calibrations

temperature gauges run amuck

       in frenzied heartbeat's irony, 

   reigning in silver linings and

             spirit sucking entities,

bide my time till the tides turn yet again...

     & you can look me in the eye...and sigh

Author's Note

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Great poem.

Sorry, my brain can't get past "amuck." Ever since that Sarah Jessica Parker moment in "Hocos Pocus," that words just runs, "Amuck, amuck, amuck, amuck!" LOL :D