“There is a compromising position in love.
One in which there are conditions.
it is a little rough around the edges.
It is unwilling…
It is relentless.”
with the blink of an amorous brown eye,
she was gone.
Fluid and fluorescent, as her encouraging words…
My passionate repair?
Built on this and that.
Disparaging acts to which my vulnerability tracks.
my consciousness nudged with a quick start…
To grab, pull and tug,
at my heart.
The feeling of comfort has always come with a start.
Hitherto, my lover has forever spoken with candor.
“Far better to be a susceptible sacrifice of love.
Than a sheltered spectator.”