by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Do we earn the spurn

of a lovers sneer

or is it merely a

thinning of the skin

over the soul of

one we cherished.

allowing thier disdain

Is love truly everlasting

trapped in the

mummified remains

of centuries old dead.

Exhumed and sent airborne

from the dust of their dreams,

only to be inhaled by later

generations who

eventually become allergic

to its pollination?

What is that

velvet hammer

that sends hearts

into the state of being

impaled together,

but then torn asunder

by the gentlest whim

or fancy of another.

Love is but a shallow brook

babbling sweet nothings

over the wallows of loneliness.

one is swept away

then wept away,

leaving only dry beds

empty of what was

once liquid and warm.

Savor the

rationed moments

when love graces you

for hunger waits patiently

in the dark shadows

of tomorrow

a gut wrenching void

at the moment you feel

most full,

most fooled