Love By Cjg

Love is lies. The world love’s not metaphors. They, the screaming baby’s roaring fathers and Howling mothers have no time to be lovers. This isn’t beautiful, but neither is love. The evening sky Is blushing, seagulls crying their death, collapse on The shimmering bikini clad woman and smash their beaks With a spray of love, she welcomes them with wooden arms, And yet she remains the poets golden boy I know I love you, because I can’t make out The colour of your hair. I still know what it is, But beauty paves your way, as Your back, Is moving away, you can’t hear me shout, you leave, With me in doubt.