THIS LOVE WE MAKE

you scare me too

though not in the traditional sense

your ability to knock me out of my orbit

make the river of my soul change directions

that there have been others

in the end to my disappointment

and relief

possessing only fragments

of the reckless attraction

felt when we were in the same room

and yes - I still want inside

though it was never only about sexual victory

glorious as it would be to share it with you

for as all glory - much too fleeting

more the privilege of one day at a time

unwrapping the secrets of your soul

beautiful…or ugly as they may be

for no darkness you might fear revealing

could frighten me more than what I already am

is it our history that scares you?

albeit brief

the folly of opposites in collision

attracting - repelling at the same time

and in the aftermath

giving birth to a telepathic link

up till now granting its possessors

merely the gift of avoidance

like so much talent and emotion gone to waste

a monster become

towering above us

both exciting and frightening in its size

roaring “the trail’s run cold” - a cruel illusion

and that the strongest love of all

is one still unfulfilled

…this love we make

© 1999 Chris Sorrenti