What is Love?
You say my name and
my heart spins wildly
out of control, but don’t flatter yourself. That
could mean anything.
What is love but a
series of cheap parlor tricks:
A saw that cuts me in half
and yet I remain whole.
A word wrapped in chains and
thrown into the pool, the key
in your hand and yet
somehow unlocks and
I swim to the surface.
A knife thrown from
50 paces that
pierces but never kills.
A 5 of clubs pulled from the deck
again and again even
as I scrutinize your hands and
don’t see anything up your sleeve.
Excellent! Cheap parlor tricks * the 3 words that stopped me! That image is spot on! Thank you