A unique collection of 28 love poems.
During the past thirty odd years with my love partner I've often pondered the meaning of love: is it just electro chemical connections in the brain? Is loving a sibling more satisfying than loving a pet? Can loving a parent be the same as loving a spouse? Is love really more powerful than superman? Is love of a good wine comparable with the love of a good view? Will love really conquer all? Does love taste as nice as chocolate? Can love overcome hate? Just what the hell is love anyway? I'm still as confused today as when I started out on life's great adventure; all I know is living life without love is like trying to read sentences without punctuation not impossible just far far harder to enjoy.
LOVE IS
We began with the corners;
the smile, the words, the touch, the kiss,
filling the spaces between with straight edges,
made fun by the curves on opposite sides.
We picked from our jumble of experiences
the jigs we thought might fit,
learning together which bits matched,
those to throw away.
After completing our love-saw,
clicking the last emotion into place,
and no longer needing the guide,
we hugged and discarded the box.
LOVE ABOVE ALL ELSE
How high can I fly
Before I get burnt by your heat?
You cradle me in your warmth and safety
And I grow with each encounter.
Somewhere, hidden away, deep in my mind
Is a place reserved for you,
Where your fears will be held,
Your wishes be met with understanding
And your love be returned a thousand fold.
And as I look down
From the high place you've taken me,
I hold out my mind
Waiting for your hand.
LITTLE BUTTERFLY
'Neath blue shaded skies,
see a swirling white mind:
A straight stem, decked in violet,
with eyes raised to a higher sun.
Little butterfly of emotions
painting pictures on my mind;
fluttering around a flame of gold,
on tinted wings, tipped with honest colours.
Mind on mind, you pass my hiding place,
gathering your strength,
distorting my time.
The seconds I am with you,
the eons in between.
And as my mind flutters into your hot flame,
a moth drawn to a blinding light,
you whisper your wishes at me
and I can do nothing but be consumed.
THE MENTALIST
Smokey thoughts cradle tentative emotions
That wend their way through the deepest reaches
And as I look inwards towards the deeps
I feel the strength of your mind.
Through your medium you bring life
Spread across a weaved world
Touched by the finest of hairs
Born with colours from your mind.
And as my life dries on your easel
Your interpretations reflect my truth
That I wandered sometimes lost
Until rescued and held in your mind.