Love Unbound

I have written so many poems

About our Love, that

If I condensed them into one piece

Romantics would consider it an Epic.

I feel as if it was an unwritten tragedy

Of Shakespeare, Plato, or Homer;

For this is far too familiar-

And I know how it ends.

Find me a cliff,

So I may plummet into jagged rocks

That clash with the ruthless sea

Like the emotionally estranged Sappho.

Or give me a dagger

to end the rhythmic beating

Of the creature trapped in my rib cage

Like the lovers of the Latin epic.

Maybe I will befall the curse

Of the Golden Apple;

And Venus shall grant me my Love

At the price of my Life, which soon ends.

I am sick with Life.

The cure is strung in Eros’ quiver:

Love or Death,

Both would end my suffering.