Saturday, October 17, 2015

This poem describe one's love in a way that is so poetic that it caress the ears, the eyes, the mind.

THE LOVE
Artwork by Kirsten Essenpreis 
I.
Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password.
We love like spies, like bruised prize fighters,

Like children building tree houses.
Our love is serious business.

When I hesitate to hold your hand,
it is because to know is to be responsible for knowing.

II.
There is no clean way to enter
the heavy machinery of the heart.

Just jagged cutthroat questions.
Just the glitter and blood production.

III.
The truth is this:
My love for you is the only empire
I will ever build.

When it falls,
as all empires do,
my career in empire building will be over.

- Mindy Nettifee

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