Poem – “What was Love?” – Romance – 11/25/2019

What was love without the blame, again?
A lash upon my own back
From me, my own slave-master.
I defeat myself,
Blame myself,
Writhe in the guilt of disappointment.
And I see my tears falling
Without a say to where they land
.

What was love without the coil,
The constriction?
The restriction,
From life with sharp wings?

What was love in all its devouring
Of my life and its freedom?

I am never,
And I know it,
Never to stay away from it.