Partings.
Do we earn the spurn
of a lovers sneer
or is it merely the
thinning of the skin
over the soul of
one we cherished,
allowing love to escape?
Is love truly everlasting?
trapped in the
mummified remains
in the leathery flesh
of centuries-old dead.
Exhumed and sent airborne
from the dust of their dreams,
only to be inhaled later
by generations who
become allergic
to its pollination
What is that
velvet hammer
that sends hearts
into the state of being
impaled together,
but then torn asunder
by the greatest whim
or fancy of another.
Love is but
a shallow brook
bubbling sweet nothings
over wallows
of loneliness,
where one is swept away
then wept away,
leaving only dry beds
empty of what was
once liquid and warm.
Savor all your
rationed moments
when love graces you
for hunger waits patiently,
in the dark shadows
of tomorrow,
a gut-wrenching void
at the moment you feel
so full of love,
but most fooled.
From the album:
Rock Bottom Blues.
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III-–©-2020
Photo credit to Pixabay.com
