Love Poem

Where have you been
since when, first seen?
 in a pub, drunk and befuddled.
 on a pitch, wet, be — puddled,
 who knows ’til now,
love’s confusing signals,
the sweaty lip,
the furrowed brow
the dread of each encounter?

There is no map,
 or uncharted path,
 In love’s rough seas
 to point the way.
 All who are in spring of life
 know the chill of innocence ,
 while those of Autumn
 live in dread, scorched by
 fate and experience.

In the comfort of a love’s embrace
we soothe, praise, salivate.
In another time and circumstance,
 We cry, deny and denigrate,
 but the solace is shallow,
 the hour late,
 Is it better to live and love,
 Hate to love or
 Love to hate?

I spoke her name,
 the wincing horror
 of love’s sharp pain,
 to measure in perspiring palms,
 irrational thought
 and shallow breathing,
 the challenge of acceptance,
 the nightmare of rejection.

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