17 March 2014

Love Now

lovers

Something is wrong

Something’s going wrong

There is tension in every second

Apprehension to each heartbeat

I’m a bomb wired to detonate

At the slightest human touch

So hold me close and set me loose

Teach me the meaning of your heart

Lie to me if you must

Cut me down and tie me

Into a sailors knot

Bind me to your womb

Show me the love

I was promised

Ever since my birth

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13 comments:

  1. Praveen Parasar18 March 2014 at 21:53

    finely penned yearning...as love sets miserable...

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    1. Aye Praveen - love is the first and last word in the book of human frailty

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  2. Peaceful Flower18 March 2014 at 22:01

    excellent!!! Great show of desperate yearning... love it!

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    1. Thank you Debra - much appreciated

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  3. Marie Macfarlane19 March 2014 at 00:45

    Powerful dissonance between the need for intimacy and the extreme phobia! The clue is in the 'sailor's knot' . A piece of stomach-churning, head-spinning emotional wisdom. marvelous, John xxx

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    1. A very astute analysis Marie - thank you - much appreciated

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  4. Praveen Parasar19 March 2014 at 09:15

    and tragedy of being human is that we search for our strength in it... isn't it?

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    1. Love is a great and terrible thing Praveen

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    2. Praveen Parasar19 March 2014 at 10:52

      it is...for sure..

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  5. A great poem ...it speaks...

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  6. Good stuff, John.

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