Marks

In darkness love bears no
Marks on you or on me
No sign of its presence
but a howl
a surge of breath past an ear
Or into a mouth
Past swollen lips

Pushed towards it
You resist
Pulled away
You resist still

Love is a flower
Breaking ground untorn
Stainless steel
Stronger than you or I
yet soft as the
Pillow where you rest
Your raven head
Pregnant with dreams

Love is starvation
Exploding and spreading
Criminally through my body
Becoming part of me as
I am part of it
If only I

Hungry for you I choose
too fast

In darkness love bears no
Marks on you or on me
Or on those it leaves behind


Michael Lorne Leard