Love Never Fails
Love hasn't escaped me.
though I've been burned,
spurned,
abused and used,
love hasn't escaped me.
See, even in my darkest hour
when my bloom was forbidden
to flower,
I felt the power of
love.
When I was thrown about
by the sheer force of
all that was
masculine, when his
lips spewed forth
ambrosia and venom,
I, in my broken state,
withstood the pangs
because love bears all
thangs, despite the taste
of metallic red rivers
between tongue
between teeth.
When I was wrapped
between the sheets of
wantonness,
comforting his maleness
in the warmth of my
thighs,
I endured impalement
and refused to bruise
for love is long~suffering,
is kind.
And the time, when his
chest puffed up with pride
in surveying his destruction
creating my womanly demise,
even though tears threatened
to drown w/n my eyes,
love still swam
in and out and w/n me
for love does not keep account
of the injury.
Up to seventy~seven times
I bathed in the rushing
waters that accosted my ears
with each pummel
of his fist
just to get the gist
of what his perfected mind
tried to instill
in my imperfection
over the years.
But, unintelligent me
mimicked the sin of
my foremother Eve,
tempting multiple Adams
from one tree,
though covered from head
to toe
my nudeness betrayed me.
Love does not behave indecently.
To question his whereabouts,
his absences, was the ultimate sin.
To beat my flesh was
atoning ~ purging
all thoughts of others
from existence
sans us
for love is not jealous.
To be his rib
was all I lived for.
To be yoked
was to be distressed
for mirroring his flaws
only caused
him to lose interest.
Love does not become provoked.
And so with hands
strong around my
neck
ventilation became blue
and I died unto
myself,
for love does not look for its
own interest,
but genuflects.
So, in this text
I put pen to paper,
while sirens
come to claim him,
and in my secret note to self
I write
in inks of black and blue
love has not escaped me
and so I do not blame him.
For love bears all things, believes all things
hopes all things, endures all things.
Steady is the hand
that detonates my brain
and in the dark of
night,
like repetitious bullets
I read verse for verse,
LOVE never fails,
love NEVER fails
love never...
FAILS.
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