And Then Are Times
When Love comes pounding on a drum,
it comes on strong and fast and hard
until two hearts in synch beat passion's song.
Sometimes love comes clanging down the tracks.
It clashes or it clamors to be heard,
so at its crossing, meaning is obscured.
Other times, love lurks or it attacks.
Unrequited, love can pierce or burn
until its ventricle turns deathly black.
And then are times love gently climbs
or eases sure-footed to one's door
or sweetly seeps and saturates the soul.
It's strong and yet it's soft.
It doesn't sting or snip. It listens
and reverberates the whispers of the heart.
Oct. 10, 2016
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