Love Bites.
The sear of love's scald
as its drop falls
in hot spirals toward
naked veins, bites
as it marks open heart
and re-robes mind
with chaotic disorder,
- - -- - Yet - -- -
love sprouts a genesis,
scars heal better
and new dreams mend
as blood houses
another arrival of felt
armory for arousal,
- - - Yet - - -
Love cools as it burns
in non-ending
lure of consummate
duel-made
firey learning curves
for digesting.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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"Love hurts, love scars, love wounds and marrs any heart not tough, or strong enough to take a lot of pain"
Those words from the old Everly Bros song came immediately to mind reading your post today.
How, scarred and battered from love's past, we fall into the pleasure pit when love chances our way. Do we shun it or seduce it. Have we become the spider to the fly?
Forever mystifying is love. But why bother quizzing ones brain over it. Romantic love is the highest high known to mankind.... well, this man anyway.
Your comment puts it all wisely my friend - - Romantic love is forever a baffling mystery. - - thanking you muchly.
A fine write Fay.
Glad you enjoyed the read Orchi.
beautifully, profound
imbued with that wondrousness
only instinctive poetry, can reveal..
a great write dear Fay
You honour my offering on a sticky subject and am so pleased you thought the poem profound dear L.B.
Good write, Fay. All anthologies aside, I like being loved.
Ah - - to like being loved is a win win situation Jerry and agree wholeheartedly.
While we may control hate, love has no bounds. It even melts the heart of the devil incarnate. So yes, love bites at my pleasure
Once again, a fab work
How right you are Suresh that love has no bounds once it smites a heart. Gratitude my friend for your visit and comment.
My Dear Fay,
I’m so happy to read your poetry once again. You’re an amazing writer!
Yes, love does bite and sometimes it stings.
This reminded me of the lyrics…
“When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad”!
Thank you for sharing.
Laura 🌻
Thank you dear Laura for your kind comment on Love Bites and what a lovely comparison to make - -- love like the bee can certainly sting.
Yes love bites but the love that bit me took me into a place of absolute wonder which will never die.
Good words Fay.
Andy
Yes dear Andy the feelings of love can bite deep and last forever.
... you possibly hold the record for penning reasons why this old fella first fell in love with poetry ... x
Glad you enjoyed what I thought you would ol' fella me lad...............x
Lovely as usual, filled with truths, love cools as it burns!
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