Love is a strange thing

 

Love is a strange thing
lies coiled up like a snake
its fangs to sink
it’s a beast that lies dormant
benign in its demeanor
first blood to draw
for years I have wandered
with just the feel
of its warm breath on my brow
but now I feel the pain
blood coursing down my vein
the quickening of the heart
the rush in the head
I toss and turn on the bed
sleep don’t come
I go stand out in the rain
calling out your name
there is no shame in it
this mantle of years lie
light on my shoulders
I am drawn like a moth
to the flame, I burn