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My Seasonal Love
by J. P. DaviesFrom behind the eyes of an unbroken heart
she looks at me like the answer
and I glance back and see the trail
littered with ashes and bodies
wonder if she can see them.
She looks to me,
everything she's waited for
saved herself for someone like me.
Fear is tangible and acrid on my tongue,
that she will taste the sordid past
taste the other lips.
And I could leave her just to save her
from ever being another victim
of my wandering eye, my transient hand
my seasonal love.
Winter's here,
time to settle down
and hope,
that when the snow melts,
the spring breeze,
won't blow me away. 12/22/2007 Posted on 12/22/2007
Copyright © 2025 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/22/07 at 08:04 PM Intriguing, courageous expression of one's persona in matters of love and attraction. Well done. Excellent close off also in that last stanza. |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 12/27/07 at 08:16 AM Be brave and love her wholly. You are not the man you used to be. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/26/18 at 11:20 PM Fascinating introspective piece. |
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