deepundergroundpoetry.com

Pseudo Kind Of Love

Standing before
the whispering ocean
adorned in frosted saltwater sapphire
she wears ever-present like his gaze
hot around her neck
Her face holds no flaw;
icy �features forever frozen
into a frigid upside down grin
by the hand of a man
with a dream
snowflakes gather in heaps
falling in lazy cascade from her lashes
every time the Ice Queen blinks

He stretches out his hand and touches her lightly
� A hand can be a vicious prayer for love
� � �"Softer than the summer wind - his loving hand" she whispered tenderly
� Hold her by the hand ... do not let go
� Merging hands together in a pseudo kind of �love

Scorching
in blinding zeal to vent jealous wrath
Destruction is his only goal
with orange flicks of flailing arms
his chosen human victims he consoles
flaunting his demonic charm
Fire restless fire roaring higher
spews his wall of flame
But the thing about fire
is one often is burned �trying to put it out.
Oh, ferocious fire, try as I may
your scintillating sin knows no tame.

� A warm and tender hand ... a selfish hand giving
� A sharp hand� shrewd in his plan
� Take her heart in your hands bent ... you know the strength and vibration of love on a woman
� Her life is in your hands, forever belongs to you
� Fill your duty where she obeys you just that way
� Put an eternity ring on her finger ... trembling hands with joy
for a pseudo kind of love