Hidden in a Love Poem

The urge to render yearning
for a lover into verse
is followed, soon, by learning
it is prey to one small curse –

that of a reader thinking
it speaks nakedly of you –
not knowing it is drinking
from a far more potent brew.

Whatever love verse conjures,
please don’t wonder if it’s real:
too small! – far larger ardors
in it burn to make you feel.

Beyond a poem’s languor –
blunt, seductive, brave façade –
can lie the hidden anger
of a lusting after God.

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