Morgan Lafay

Cupid's Blessing

Cupid’s sweet blessing
Twanged through the air

Targeted the arrow
Smooth through my heart

Flush to the cheeks
Knees weakened by a spark

Of passion not felt
Nor affection given

For a great length of
Passed empty time

Yes, I am worth it
Thank you for the hit

Arrows should hurt but
Cupid’s has renewed

That lost belief and doubt
In myself--healed with

Arrow's three prongs,
One for love; one for passion

Third and most important...
Secret of keeping love alive

Opposites

Spiraled from exhausted minds,
memories hit the ground hard.
Once, preciously sheathed behind
love’s heart’s door; unexpected
mosaic shards expelled; puzzled
pieces no longer a fit.

Yin and yang; fire and water;
sun and ice. Total opposites,
yet a match by Heaven’s fool’s
standards. But then, ordinary
acceptances gave way to a fork
in the palm, if not quick enough.

Honeyed words hurled with
venom, deflected by a deaf ear.
Sight was lost and inevitably
the units did collide. Surprised
by touch, two in-sync “I’m sorrys”
escaped their lips.

Speech and hearing were foreign.
Cloaks and daggers were removed
for a closer look at a once known
familiar. Around them danced broken
memories, beautifully colored,
coming together, a perfect fit.

© Morgan Lafay