September 11, 2012
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Shh
Spoken is surrender.
Between syncopes and seizures,
comas and convulsions,
the organ oscillates on
the outcome of this love.
At times, temptation tears
at fear, my fortress.
At times, analysis appeals
to acts of aloofness.
For now the defense holds,
love and heartbreak on the threshold,
but a dog’s bark may be enough
to call this feeble bluff.
Comments (3)
hmm a fortress built on fear? doesn’t sound very sturdy!
often times I think our hearts already know what the outcome will be, before we’re ready to admit it
At times, temptation tears
at fear, my fortress
Wonderful; a really great analogy; though at first, with this poem, I thought you were dating an epileptic. I enjoyed the revelation of realizing it was the heart you spoke of.
A beautiful and well written poem!
The heart can be so strong, and yet so fragile.