The Truth

the truth is
i love you

and i am fully
aware of my
disadvantage

Our Love is Wounded

our love is a wounded soldier

painfully staggering

through lilies and thorns

through cutting rock

and perfumed meadows

every step, a loss and a gain

winter has come
emptying your nests
exposing bones
revealing weakness

as the rot of cold sets in
the birds flee your ribbed cages
taking with them their song
and leaving behind
your desire to also escape