Love slips nimbly through my fingers
like a dull scorching knife
Takes all I can't give
She laughs softly, a lion
assessing its prey
and fiercely, I cower in the corner
like I always have done.
Realism refreshes like
leaping off a ship into clear blue winter water,
icicles prickling my hands
Life floats at me like a cannon,
presses gentle, lovely arrows into my fragile skin
I love until I can't want more,
but still I do,
the ease and the clarity and the confidence
like navigating a familiar room in the dark.
And I live and live and keep expecting metaphors
but instead I get this logic tied in knots.
Well, this poem is certainly filled with great metaphors and more. That's what makes a poem a poem, That mysteriously it opens hidden doors The imagery and feeling expressed in this poem make it definitely superb! Excellent gift!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written, Maya. I seldom enjoy 'love' poems and this was nicely done