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