You, Love!
Inside the walls you’ve built,
So tight,
Impermeably sealed.
Occasionally,
you climb to take fleeting peeks at those without,
then retreat,
far and deep.
A dance: now seen, now concealed,
now claiming a heart, or two, in your sweep,
Only to abandon, unfulfilled, and unhealed.
You withdraw, timid and untouched,
into a realm where light pervades yet smothers.
What purpose do you serve, Love?
If your flame lights no path?
It merely consumes your essence, entirely.
