Bond of Union, 1956, by M. C. Escher, via Magpie Tales
No one warned us our love would be covalent,
sometimes corrosive, often explosive
burning bright twining around hearts
built for comfort not for speed
whirling so fast making time run backwards
mirrors held up to each other reflective
refractive actinic addictive as gold
spinning tendrils so fine the pain unnoticed
until the sun burned out and we in the dark
howling with sweet misery of the raveling
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"...pain unnoticed until the sun burned out and we in the dark howling with sweet misery of the raveling" This is a line I'll not soon forget.
ReplyDeleteWow!
Sometimes the pain of love comes with no warning..sad when the sun burns out...
ReplyDeleteYes, it does. And sad as it may be, it is sometimes a necessary thing that the sun burn out. In this quantum universe, there is always hope for renewal.
DeleteAn addictive reflective paean ... Good one
ReplyDeleteExactly! Thank you.
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ReplyDeleteIs that a good sigh, or a bad sigh? ::grin::
Deletelove this ..x
ReplyDeleteThank you. I am very glad you feel that way!
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