No More Than Love
So easily
silken in droplets of anticipation
on lips quivered
in union relentless
longing desperate
for voice of thoughts and eager consummation
Spend the hours alone
until night wearies of never ending smiles
as with intrigue
exchanged those words
metaphors of souls
abandoned to those passions
All consume our hearts
relentless
fascination so exquisite
the cleaving to of skin
delicate droplets anticipated
in the giddy hedonistics of love
Aye, those phantoms
those bubbling expectations
hand in hand
wrapped inside those tender moments
sweet lifetimes possibility
of loving reiterations
And how we watch
as love dismantles them
Those metaphors have become rattlesnake words
expectation bruises on the anvils of the heart
and all come to weight
as so we are judged
by the sting of bitten emotions
Such idiosyncratic maladies
play to discord unions melody
of heat turn to the cold
compromise revealed
and to a folly of romance
lays it’s naked face
Sold for chocolate-box hope
the agreements of too many conciliatory verbs
lays waste
on what was
no more than love
We count trinkets
between mine and yours
fatal reminders
and photographs
searching amidst the fall
for the reason of the tears
in which we wallow
It never was I
never was you
but this shattered mirror
the testaments deliver
what was once
no more than love
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2017
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