Saturday, November 6, 2010

Double or quits

Love gives me something solid, true,
then jackhammers it to pulp
and sometimes builds monuments
to precipitate implosions.

It holds my hand and gently leads
then swings me hither/thither
just to see me wobble
as I try to regain land.

It strokes my body beautiful
then cuts right to the core
with mighty slashes of distaste
that I lived at all.

It surely is the best of all
master of disguise
and fools the most discerning
with loving tenderness.

It’s made of dust, you see,
the dust of fantasy,
preordained to blow away
and surpass all understanding.

It’s like a coin two-sided
but once the worst side known
only the brave would play …
double or quits!