Two lovers: tangled in words and sheets,
cower behind walls twelve feet high and deep.
Two lovers: lost in mazes of minds and
of bodies they only recently set free.
Afraid of the fall inevitable.
Two lovers: and they can finally see
their desires are matched and are free.
I love you, one says,
And the other replies- breaking down
walls she built twelve feet thick and high.
There's nothing left now,
but their two naked hearts,
their two exposed souls.
With their cracked an lovely parts-
Waiting to be written,
Waiting to be discovered.
Knowing all the while
each holds the piece to a possible disaster.
Because love once let in is not easily let out.
L E Dow 2012
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
Two lovers: tangled in words and sheets,
cower behind walls twelve feet high and deep.
Two lovers: lost in mazes of minds and
of bodies they only recently set free.
Afraid of the fall inevitable.
Two lovers: and they can finally see
their desires are matched and are free.
I love you, one says,
And the other replies- breaking down
walls she built twelve feet thick and high.
There's nothing left now,
but their two naked hearts,
their two exposed souls.
With their cracked an lovely parts-
Waiting to be written,
Waiting to be discovered.
Knowing all the while
each holds the piece to a possible disaster.
Because love once let in is not easily let out.
L E Dow 2012
