Two For Tea, sweet and low on word counts.
The Ultimate Race.
Love has a way of
sneaking up on you,
your fondest desires,
and leaving you to follow
in a heartracing chase.
One must pursue love,
strapping on some converse skills,
and warming up to the very idea
of two tackling the tedious
roads of life together.
There are many others chasing
the same elusive dream,
but the finish will grant you
blue ribboned beauty
to drape over hungry flesh,
or a masculine trophy to
proudly display as your catch.
Within its beaten chambers dark shadows drape the faded
recollections of that glorious place you once occupied.
Walls that once jackhammered at the very thought of your kiss,
now twitch feebly at the taint of loneliness stained there.
This perennial heart lies fallow, only regret surfaces,
in the wee hours as I lie fetal in a bed of thorns.
Love flowers all around me, serving only to remind me
of my barren, soiled heart, a graveyard of what was.
My heart once Eden is now a Sahara, in a vast hourglass
of the time I have spent without you.
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