Our love is like a hurricane. It blows A squall of driving horizontal rain Against our hearts, until it can bulldoze Between our reaching hands a wall of pain, A levee for the flood we want to drown Our loneliness in--but we’re high and dry: Two bitter idiots who played the clown To expectations and their tempting lie. So we prepare for things that never happen. We make bold promises we’ll never keep. You cut me dead and wave another chap in. The wind howls out your name, but I will sleep And face the morning drained and empty of All but the hope of your torrential love.
Copyright 2011 Matthew J Wells