Friday, August 3, 2012

Love Poem

This disaster is
marked by transition.
(the death angel)
You are still so beautiful
after all these years
Do they not understand love that
exists beyond good and evil?
Have they not cried solitarily
in Giovanni's room?
You no longer have the beauty
of youthful naivety.
(That's the type of beauty which
bores me anymore)
No! You have the beauty of
having lived
Illuminating scar tissue on
your heart of desire.
They don't get it.
They have never loved as I have loved
with winds of fire and
threats of nuclear annihilation.
They have not drunk poison
just to hold a lover's hand.
Let them live their lifeless lives.
I will continue my exploration
with whatever the storm may bring.

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