Love is Insane

Love is forged in the furnace of the heart
not the convoluted corridors of the mind.

What sane person would tread
on searing coals of the heart

for the sake of love?

Afraid of Being Loved

If compassion
penetrates your heart,

it will not shatter.

If forgiveness
permeates your heart,

it will continue to throb.

My Beloved,
why are you afraid

of being loved.

Turning the Hasp

My Beloved is near

when I hear the jingle

of Her key turning the hasp

in the padlocked door of my heart.

Eyelids

Are you afraid your Beloved

will kiss your timid eyelids

opening them to the suffering

in her heart?

No Differences  

Is love

an artist’s bloody-ear gift
to a courtesan,

an orgasmic encounter
of two strangers
in a dark alley,

or the heart’s plunge
into a lover’s fiery fervor

like a moth’s plummet
into the candle’s flame?

Perhaps there are no differences.

Pearl

I place a pearl in my lover’s palm—

she sees a grain of sand.

Freedom Can Be Terrifying        

When Eve and Adam
left the Garden of Eden,

God said,

“Now, you are free to love
each other – or not.”

Eve said to Adam,

“Do I scare the bejeezus
out of you

now I’m free to love you?”

Adam ran and pounded on Eden’s door,

pleading to be let back in.

Two Blind People

My Beloved and I are

like two blind people

bumping into each other

in a closet,

asking,

“Who

the

hell

are

you?