My love’s a pen that won’t run out of ink.
Your love’s a page
that words can never fill.
My love’s a swaying bridge across the brink.
Your love’s a car
that always drives uphill.
My love is all the stories that I’ve told you.
Your love is all
the secrets you don’t say.
My love’s a hand that reaches out to hold you.
Your love’s a pair
of eyes that look away.
My love is like a mountain with no summit.
Your love is like
a sea without a shore.
Our love is like an endless hopeless plummet
Down to an empty
room without a door
Where Love’s a
horse that tramples us forever
And only
answers to the name of Never.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells
1 comment:
The imagery is very rich. the final Never has the clang of a jailhouse door.
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