Beat to Beat
It’s love that makes me write these words
No flowers, not harps or singing birds
It’s love in which I cannot hide
The feelings I should keep inside
It’s love that when I close the door
I do a dance and hope for more
It’s love in which I dream awake
A thousand versions of my fate
It’s love that sits me on the stair
Whilst others sleep without a care
It’s love in which I’m wrapped up tight
Corners tucked, so bugs won’t bite
It’s love that turns me upside down
My guts awash with tumbling clowns
It’s love in which I lose control
Go round the bend and up the pole
It’s love that comes without a warning
Then does not leave until the morning
It’s love in which I cannot eat
As I am empty till we meet
It’s love that smells of bonfire smoke
I shall inhale until I choke
It’s love in which I am complete
From day to day, and beat to beat.
1 comment:
Beautiful :-)
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