The Second Stage Of Love Poem by dilahK lagnahC

The second stage of love
O the cruel nights

the razing days and
the grinding machine of my bones

My friend once told me
The second stage of love

The time of repulsions
and feeble knots waiting to get torn

Or is this not a bit of love
But a mirage of my lonely self

Unlovable and stone hard
Steel and rock bottom

My love is here but
where is hers, or was it never

The cruel and ugly love
the second stage

Call it no love or second stage
The fire burns the skin same