Love is a strange language
In chloroform dreams
My heart aches beautifully
It’s the essence of you I need
In constrained words
I write to you often
But barren are my seeds
In metaphors and semaphore
I speak my strange language
I swear, you used to understand
I am twisted by loves blade
Caught and tortured
By uncontrollable demand
She is embedded deep
And though I ache
I don’t weep, I am not sure I can
© 2015 Peter Anstiss
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