Shadow of Love
Maya said "Love is like a virus;" Billie sang "Come love, nothing can be done" At seventeen it caught me in a world of chills and fever (and nothing could be done) A few years later, purified by its ruthless fire, I pronounced myself cured and hopefully, immune Barren years have brought me to a jaded age but still, now and then, a voice, a face inspires sparkling pinwheels behind my eyes A cool shadow blocks the harsh light of truth Poems flow like blood trickling from a surface wound tears & blushes pour from the one who casts the shadow I shiver because I feel too warm to be living in this winter Love's merciful shade dims the caustic voice that says I am no longer seventeen A tender smile crumbles my thick shell leaving only soft flesh inside The heat it makes does not burn or consume but leaves a gentle glow that shields me from bitter winds The harsh light of reality illuminates the edges of my vision; I ignore it, basking in the cool embrace of love's shadowSome of you may have noticed, I never label them love poems...lots of great poems are written in the shadow of love. Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 02:13 AM PST 10 • 0
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