ON LOVE

Love is a regent

with an entourage 

there is terror, fear, sorrow 

courtesying even as they hurt

poisoned darts

to make heart tremble

dismantle mind 

wreck hour into minutes

that can never add up to 60 again;

invites embrace

and melting 

and we grip hard to force the issue

or loosely to make for easier dissolve,

or run away 

on account of poverty

(we can't pay the price),

when all there is to do

is caress,

with fingertip

with gaze

word

and silence.   

[From the collection 'Stray kites on string-less days']

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