Love Inspired Words

Lately I've wondered why
love inspires words that aren't
so complimentary, anymore.
Words like fear and pain,
and phrases like, "Fuck you."
instead of soft words and
caresses on warm skin.
It seems to me that when
I wrote of light years and
of passions that move the
stars to take notice, I was
meaning only young-man-lusty-things,
things that do not last,
things that grow in the dark of
not-being-yourself,
things that only seem to change
not the eternal this-is-what-we-live for.

I was afraid what writing these words would bring.
More afraid of the consequence of others seeing
me as a broken man, when I'm fine
(maybe a bit angry)
and I'm free again of excess weight.
Every day I clip a cord that tied me to him.
If I ever knew passion in his kiss,
I do not now remember it.