hot July kisses,
untouched heart in September…
love will die by ice.
Note: Stagnation is the scum of the universe. I feel this truth all the way to my bones; and just as deeply, I believe that relationships afflicted by complacency will ultimately rot and die… one bit of being-taken-for-granted at a time.
Last week, a friend and I spent some time discussing relationships, where one of the partners might not have noticed the importance of continuous overt acts of tenderness. The topic has been dancing in my mind… I keep wondering about how assuming, without doing or reassuring, can destroy love. Lazy loving makes for a very sad haiku.
We should never forget to tell and show those we love how and why we love them. And we should do this in ways that make sense to them. Love can’t live on the memory of a first perfect kiss.
Your thoughts, my Wicked Luvs?
Shadow of a Love, by Isaiah Stephens
doesn’t this image pull something raw out of your soul?
Björn Rudberg asked for poems that use past, present and future