Dr. Rani Mathew
Possessive Love - Poem by Dr. Rani Mathew
Be in maternity robe or ball gown
be in chat room or on bridal bed
love that denies breathing space
blooms only to wither away.
Immature it dies,
and like a scared squirrel
sits on guard, the hoarder
keeping other claimants at bay.
Knows not, the doting lover
that possessive love
is an enticing bower sodden.
Love birds trading hearts
hum in raptures within
but sopping wet, they grate,
thrashing about in fury.
Knows not, the foolish lover
that demanding love
is a silken thread razor sharp.
The little feet on the floor
treads by the cord that binds
but up the heights dawn-red
it pricks him hard.
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