- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Terror of Love
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"Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved."
Victor Hugo (1802 - 1885), Les Miserables, 1862
The Terror of Love
Love is terror when it succeeds. You are not sure
of your steps. You fall and clutch whatever
conceits right you. Love is terror when it fails.
You are loved. You deny it. You say I cannot be
complete as I am not worth the coins I scattered.
I diminished joy and wasted creation. You don't
believe me when I say we live in a city of worship
that reveals pleasure's flaws with common fables
written with slight curls of haphazard truth. We screw
words down with a turn of our wrist and make night,
daylight's foster child, before we set vast fires
to guide love away from melancholy demons.
The bastards set up shop in spaces where we
plan failure by refusing to believe we are idols.
We shall become an icon drawn for mythology.
Our life record kept by scribes for lovers
when Someday returns as dangerous lies.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 17 years agoThere is something in this poem that resonates powerfully, even though it isn't the easiest to interpret. One to read over and over.
Anonymousover 17 years agoI enjoyed reading this a lot. I loved your imagery and language and it flowed neatly.
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