Sunday 17 January 2010

Love

When love hurtles

faster than a train on a rail

my heart flutters

and an unmade soul

(behind its veil)

races out for a tumble.


But when this train’s derailed, stopped

by mind, deft

as a sparking brake applied

right, screaming left,

love stirs and, governed by a brain adept,

stays safe and locked inside her iron depot.

2 comments:

  1. heart flutter
    or brain mutter
    race and tumble
    no brake applied
    all the love
    will be supplied

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  2. That is so sweet - thank you!! J

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