thirteen ways of looking at love

i

The end is upon us

This is fact

Our hope is lost

This is opinion

This is option

ii

I live on the edge

Of a very tall cliff

Seems endless some days

Seems glorious

But you are the ocean

The one unknown

Down at the bottom

There to catch me

iii

Dark

Shackled

Cold

Yet you were supposed to be

My light

My freedom

My warmth

I suppose only I can be my own savior

iv

Hands touching hands

Lips touching lips

Fingers wildly roam

Pang of fear, quick

Moments of pleasure, quicker, it seems

Feelings of ecstasy and the ache for more

What else is needed?

What else matters?

v

Fizzled out spark

Dying flames

We get lost in the familiarity

The comfort

Our comfort of old

Begins to imprison us

vi

You dug your own hole of despair

Hid the shovel

And cried for help

You wish to be a damsel?

I am not your knight.

vii

There aren’t a million fish

In any pond or lake

viii

You only need someone else’s air

When you allow your thoughts

To pollute your own

ix

In a sea of deep blue

Alone

But not lonely

Your strength resonates its most

The longer you’re there

x

A single flame

In a darkened room

Means more

When you keep the lights

Off

xi

the fall isn’t what kills you

it’s the sudden stop

xii

Pills

Drinks

Puffs of smoke

All can kill

Love

Adoration

Expectation of such emotion

Can kill as well

xiii

A rainbow of meaning

A spectrum of truths

An array of lies

The complexity

And the simultaneous universal understanding

This is love.