Two poems with edge.
For a not quite sweet celebration of Valentine's Day:
Love
Sometime it lingers for just a summer...
Sometimes it stays until the end of winter...
Passion, ardour, tenderness.
It is plump with caprice and surprise,
often gentle, warm, in understanding.
It can explode like one thousand suns
radiating through your every pore
with such fiery intensity and fusion.
Or it can die, a sharp excruciating pain,
ripped from your cold, shattered heart.
A metamorphosis of miracle, changing
its face from intimate to envy to passion,
a silver spider web of diamonds and lace.
Heartbreak
Smashed, like glass across the floor
broken bits ground into nothing.
Once whole, now destroyed.
There is no repair, no glue,
no mending the parts back together.
It’s gone.
