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Love Never Fails

Love Never Fails

 

Love hasn't escaped me.

though I've been burned,

spurned,

abused and used,

love hasn't escaped me.

See, even in my darkest hour

when my bloom was forbidden

 to flower,

I felt the power of

love.

 

When I was thrown about

by the sheer force of

all that was

masculine, when his

lips spewed forth

ambrosia and venom,

I, in my broken state,

withstood the pangs

because love bears all

thangs, despite the taste

of metallic red rivers

between tongue

between teeth.

 

When I was wrapped

between the sheets of

wantonness,

comforting his maleness

in the warmth of my

thighs,

I endured impalement

and refused to bruise

for love is long~suffering,

is kind.

 

And the time, when his

chest puffed up with pride

in surveying his destruction

creating my womanly demise,

even though tears threatened

to drown w/n my eyes,

love still swam

in and out and w/n me

for love does not keep account

of the injury.

 

Up to seventy~seven times

I bathed in the rushing

waters that accosted my ears

with each pummel

of his fist

just to get the gist

of what his perfected mind

tried to instill

in my imperfection

over the years.

But, unintelligent me

mimicked the sin of

my foremother Eve,

tempting multiple Adams

from one tree,

though covered from head

to toe

my nudeness betrayed me.

Love does not behave indecently.

 

To question his whereabouts,

his absences, was the ultimate sin.

To beat my flesh was

atoning ~ purging

all thoughts of others

from existence

sans us

for love is not jealous.

 

To be his rib

was all I lived for.

To be yoked

was to be distressed

for mirroring his flaws

only caused

him to lose interest.

Love does not become provoked.

 

And so with hands

strong around my

neck

ventilation became blue

and I died unto

myself,

for love does not look for its

own interest,

but genuflects.

 

So, in this text

I put pen to paper,

while sirens

come to claim him,

and in my secret note to self

I write

in inks of black and blue

love has not escaped me

and so I do not blame him.

For love bears all things, believes all things

hopes all things, endures all things.

 

Steady is the hand

that detonates my brain

and in the dark of

night,

like repetitious bullets

I read verse for verse,

LOVE never fails,

love NEVER fails

love never...

FAILS. 

 

 

 

 

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