LOVE OF THE BROKEN HEARTS
There are times I wallow in fear,
In fear of loss, a fear of love forlorn.
I’m afraid of most things intimate;
Afraid of letting in, for having struggled to let go before.
But lately I find myself falling,
Falling so carelessly asleep in your arms.
Seldom have I been so quietly content,
Seldom have no wars been waged in my heart.
There is a calmness I feel around you,
Words fall flat, my eyes stuck gazing at you.
I see the pain in your eyes, for having been broken;
But when you kiss, lips so tender doth meet.
I find you flutter away into a frenzied mindlessness.
A carelessness you take me to, a quiet refuge.
In these lustful silences, as sweat drip down your naked back;
A sense of peace I find staying in your arms.
I have never found love in these lustful escapades,
A home I sought in vacant hearts that haunt these corridors.
I found you.
I found you at a time so turbulent.
Trouble seems less fought over;
My heart is calm, my heart thus content.
In these short lived moments of pleasurable silences in your arms.