Saturday, January 24, 2015


My Heavy Heart


Love's gift holds built-in asks
tendrils snake into carefully tended stores
of energy and time
guarded mine.

Love lives on attention, reciprocation
Her hunger-cries pluck sympathy's strings
Her groping need brings vague
suspicious obligation.

No wonder love can seem a threat.

A beast approached with caution
A fire quickly doused
Complication best avoided
Does every gift incur its weight in debt?

How, then, will I ever give

my heavy heart?

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