Eros

An arrow passed by,
Cupid on high
God of love
But I’m bound and tied
I see him,
I hear him,
My heart translucent, shear

Eros-philia-unconditional
-my descriptive love-
No limerence
I thought long and hard
It would be adoration, devotion
-sincere-
This is what happens if you meet love?
In truth…? With no fear?
Staring you straight in the face,
And the absoluteness you cannot erase?

I’m stuck in my casket
Deep in my shell
So cold I’m burning
Unquenchable hell
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger