
look into my eyes
or close yours
and Imagine this
Apology to Love:
that when the world intruded,
I found myself unable to believe.
that the grey curtain descended
hanging there at fool's ever readiness,
for assuming that the weight
couldn't be borne by strength.
Apology:
For seeing you in the light of the unable
or the unrighteous free person.
for my cowardice.
Now I know
it really was me
all along the watch tower,
keeping the barest fire
the naked warmth,
for reasons that at the time called for
loss of myself
and nights where enemy encampments lie
waiting.
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.




Comments (1)
Well written