Imaginary Love

Love is a delusion.

Imaginary Love

I tilt at windmill hearts

that mock the sky

with flailing sails

and churn the seas of hope.

They stand as follies,

their brick facades

rising as stone monoliths

full of deception.

They are empty, cold

vessels where the bones

of love are ground

into meal with no

nutritional value.

And I have eaten

from this table too often;

the stale bread

filling my love empty gut

till I am moribund,

till my abdomen

is so distended

in agony

that I am left for dead.

 

26/10/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

eating of imaginary love...finding out later it is going to give us heart poisoning...
ah, and it feels so bad. we feel left for dead....like the word "moribund"

one of my favorites..

i like how you write "hopelessness"---

[Lydia Shutter]

The vocabulary and the metaphor of this one drew me in....the emotions are honest and intense. After a few heartbreaks, it does seem as though true love and soul mates are mere figments of the imagination. However, true love does exist, my friend. I hope you believe that one day. Written from the heart and with style. Lydi**

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Lydi!