Burden of Love

Burden of Love                                        A poem by Aranka Geerdes

Four things that never meet
Do here unite
To shed my blood
And to ravage my heart
A radiant brow
And tresses that beguile
And rosy cheeks
And a glittering smile
Toppling round the dreary west
A looming bastion
Fringed with fire
Beneath her scars
Her beauty yet shines
To me she is
That merry wanderer
Of the night

A drop of her
Numbs the tongue
A sip
Sends the heart racing
A draught
Reforges the body
For he
Whom on honey dew has fed
And drank the milk of paradise
Dream’s riches are easily spent
For some flowers
Bear deadly seeds
Her blade draws blood
Without ever touching
As silent as a shadow
And just as hard
To flee……..

When I gave in
I only started my fall
She can ail
What cures me
A crash of rhino’s
In my head
Waiting for it to pass
But waiting in vain
What is crueler ?
To let a wound of the heart fester
Or to simply
Cut it out ?

I have to change my mind
Or else it will change it for me
Anger is fleeting
Remorse is Eternal
Let her go
And I will live
Cling on to her
And I will die
This good advice
I cannot heed
Healing is a matter of time
But sometimes it is
A matter of opportunity

I am filled with a thirst
For HER
I am a victim
Of the two toed faerie