It burns, rather than rips
Heat caused by friction
Not flame

It turns
You over as you sleep
Again and again
Sobering your slumber

This is the ramification
Of love undone
Or love never won

When one wakes
To an otherwise
Typical Tuesday
To find love
No longer lingers

No trace of its
Once seemingly
Everlasting hum
Kissing your inner ear

The evidence points
To no way back
Hard to believe
It is really gone

The dream of love
Squandered
Nights and days
Dreamed away

Love
Love?
The very word
Closing in on
Unfamiliar


But **** it!
There were times …
Days spent holding heaven
Painting wings on angel’s backs

Rolling in the hay with Aphrodite
Scratching memories
Into my shoulder blades

Epic – Ballad
Take your pick
This was better!
It had the taste
Of blood stained hope

It set the drill bit deep
With no off switch
It dug to the bottom of me
Oceans below my surface

It killed me
Therefore I LIVED!

This dream of love
No more to be dreamed