Metaphor

Love is war

and so much more

it bubbles and froths

at the core

making all of us moths

flitting, flying, falling

into the fires of love calling

enticing, wooing with a come-hither

even when the roses of valentine wither

despite the romantic candles burning low

there are so many places love will go

like so many of those paltry metaphors

or are those metaphors like love?

The lava, the fire,

the rains of desire

the kisses at 2 a.m. in snow

there’s no telling what we know

for all is love and love is all

and how everyone can sometimes fall

into and out of the metaphors of love.

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