A liquid, fluid love
that flows from heart to heart
in rivers fast and thick,
to carry out to sea
in current unopposed,
our leisure deep and blue,
a bottom, endless falls,
nor reckless we return
to shore where loveless stand
to stare with painful risk
at we who have no fear
to drown as one with arms
around no one but us.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
A poem of iambic trimeter written for dVerse Poets ~ Open Link Night #107
nice rhythm to this...the first step of love is learning to love ourselves...kinda glad not to be standing on that shore and loveless...
ReplyDeleteCrisp iambic - message of love that outlives the group, that defies the ones outside. Well done.
ReplyDeleteSo very important to love oneself first. But sad if a person only puts his arms around himself rather than sharing that love with others.
ReplyDeletesad to drown in your own embrace..better to reach out with arms of love..
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