What is love
But the subtle violence of feeling
That slips like a shard of glass
Insinuating between my ribs
And into my heart
All I did was think of you
And my body betrayed me
My mind, agent provocateur
Whispers of forgotten touch
And conjures the scent
Of your hair, your skin
The notes of your laugh
The flash of mischief
And quicksilver
Changes of mood in your eyes
But all that manages
Is to stab me over and over
With that glittering blade
Fragile, brittle and lethal
It’s only the memory of a feeling
Yet it cuts in ways
Steel never could.