The tears
from Cupid’s eyes
Spring
a brook of love’s loss.
Scars
of yesterday’s hurt therein immortalized.
Open wounds
of the beloved’s pus’d.
Sour
grapes of romance set the moment on edge
Its acid
burns out the soul of ecstasy.
Hate is
the lover’s pledge;
Spraying
venom with spasms of elegiac intensity.
In
times like these the heart is unsafe haven,
Cupid’s
quiver is filled with broken arrows.
And the
strings of his bow took a ten.
An
ocean of tears divides the lover from reality
For the
fool will barely admit, ‘love has
moved on.’
Despair
forms a chain-wall much like the Appalachians.
Emotion’s
strung
On dead
and buried rapturous eruptions;
Curses of
exploited seductions.
Strange
fires, unknown of passion, flair in the locus of feelings
As love
marches out on tainted dignity in the procession of rust.
Tears
and sorrow intervolve like waters of the Rivers Benue and Niger.
An unnerving
merger.
Philia’s
spirit is crushed;
The
inner personae shelled;
The
verdict is rushed;
The
omen casts a spell;
Tenderness
breaks the embrace;
Affection
explodes and scatters into galactic space;
Love
fails.
Spliced
bonds sliced.
Mutuality
is misunderstood
And the
masterstroke is mortified.
The
soul aches;
The man
on the inside is raped in a psychological cave by
boorish flashbacks.
Hurt memories multiplied like Sahara's dunes.
Magnified
gloom bears the fangs
In the legend
of love’s ruin.
The
beloved aches for the lover,
The lover’s
heart beholds a stranger.
Déjà Vu
Would
the streams forever flow?
Set up
a panel for the review.
Hasten Cupid!
Restring thy bow!
Akpan
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