The Infatuation
something so intangible
the blossom stroked cheek
that damned Eros strikes the heart
why mine again
the scars have not healed from the last
arrow. fissure in the fragment
what do the gods wish this
heart
to do; to do; to do
life would be easier
under the indoctrination
of the atheist love affair
a bucking
and silence but the heart
does not submit so easily.
the heart is a traitor
and my mind is a double agent
logic and love do not mix, the lines drawn
and a heavy sigh.
the blossom stroked cheek
that damned Eros strikes the heart
why mine again
the scars have not healed from the last
arrow. fissure in the fragment
what do the gods wish this
heart
to do; to do; to do
life would be easier
under the indoctrination
of the atheist love affair
a bucking
and silence but the heart
does not submit so easily.
the heart is a traitor
and my mind is a double agent
logic and love do not mix, the lines drawn
and a heavy sigh.