Sometimes

Sometimes love    
can be the judge    
the jury and executioner    
especially when your naughtiest    
little black dress    
hangs crumpled    
on a corner of my heart    
   
Sometimes love's labour    
can turn weakness    
into strength    
but while mountains throw rocks    
I will not move    
still tending our dragon's fire    
   
In a tug of war with dreams    
sometimes    
the rope has to break    
and then the company of the clock    
feels worse than alone    
   
Sometimes I am lost    
inside the temple of your heart    
where yesterday's poems crumble    
and the word ghosts sigh    
for love forever waiting    
to gather dust