You gallop through life
Flailing your wayward fibers
Trailing a dazzling wake
Of hope and love and shoes
I sit on my log and watch
Chin in my hand, furrowing brow
The blazing combustion of you
And I love
every flicker,
every flame,
every shoe.
Sounds like a thoroughbred to me. Certainly a fine image. Like it.
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What a lovely piece of writing. Yes, indeed love burns itself but how positive you are Neal....And i love...every flicker, every flame, every shoe. A great meaningful write. The nuances of love depicted in a gripping way. Love goes but it leaves behind something that is worth-having. A 10.
It seems that often the passionately energetic women attract the passionately contemplative men. Who have no desire to burn with such energy, but whose lives are nonetheless richer for the presence of such passionate energy. It is another form of beauty, in my eyes. Thank you for your insight, Nosheen, be blessed today!