Impurities Of Love Poem by Briony Nicholls

How can I not love you?
You, who draws out from me,
A trove of hidden impurities

That I must hurriedly cleanse in shame
Through the sedating troughs & shrieking pain
That roll over and over again,

Uncovering only more of the same,
Until I see much of it is your poisons
I am scouring to cleanse in shame.

Much of what I thought mine is really yours,
Which at the point of utter despair,
I am suddenly freed from -

By the massive explosion of your unencumbered love!
Seeking in your frenzied attack to nullify the pain
To drive the slate between us clean again,

And it works, time and time again.
Where I go for healing, in a faraway place,
I hear the unmistakable calls of your lonely mournful self

Followed by the unmistakable roar of the universe,
Like a cheerleading squad, mingled with
The sound of sweet doves, telling me -

The strength of my love, the strength of me
Is evidenced by the weight of pain
I can happily tarry with

Until such time when I may lie in defeat,
Even against the dove calls of peace, when it may indeed
Be time to seek a marriage universally defined as happy