Poetry Thursday
Seeking Definition
You tell me love is more
than moments spent
too artlessly entwined.
You tell me "Love is Fire."
I say that hell is hell
because it's kept
too goddamn hot.
You tell me hell
does not exist
and pull away in ire.
I tell you "Love is gentle
heat - The smallest embers
will survive." We agree to
disagree and love's left undefined.
These, I think
are moments.
You brush the hair
back from my eyes.
We settle back more cautiously
and watch the clock unwind.
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3 comments:
"Love's left undefined." That's how my husband and I maintain a happy marriage! Once we start comparing ourselves to other couples, we fight like mad. Denial serves us well :-).
All these "is" statements, so perfect in the argument that never gets resolved--the ending makes it work all the better, too.
hell is hell.
Really like that line...
thanks
Wendy
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