Our Love

it was spring

our hearts

burning with love

windswept desire

thunderous passion

our arms reaching

into forevermore

and then . . .

deceptive lightning

blazed a course

of deceits and lies

trivial at first

a germ of deception

on many fronts

infection set in

a pox on our house

slept with eyes open

trust gone

love collapsed

into and upon itself

we never understood

how angry we were

until the shouting began

the crying

shattering of thrown things

crying

you tried to cut me once

I stopped you

we hugged

we made lust

looking for the sun

to send shafts of light

back into our souls

we hung on

didn't want it to end

closed our eyes

to everything

far too long

after awhile

I snorted

began to wonder

about transmigrating

still, our arms reached out again

searching for lost passion

we'd lost the map

anyway

our thoughts

too dark to see

what was right in front of us

finally

tearfully

with shame and regret kicking in

we understood

we didn't matter

it was the "we" part

we'd failed to see

I'm here

on the banks of the bayou

watching my reflection

staring back at me

trying

in my own way

to come to an understanding

of love

I've grown to hate

the word

my reflection

nods in agreement

©January 4, 2011 / Jerry Pat Bolton