A lover is an instinctive
ghost projection
archetypal image
that we cast upon another
when we carve that face
into our hearts.
A lover is a veil
a blanket ghost
a porcelain mask
vaguely resembling
the form underneath
that stirs our hearts.
A lover is also
a real person
with flaws, virtues,
desires, goals, dreams,
who is easily forgotten
under the mask of projections.
And when that person
stubbornly refuses to fit
your perfect lover image,
do you cut and run?
Do you start hammering,
to force a closer resemblance?
Or do you, could you please?
I’d like to think maybe I would...
Stop, and look, and see who it is
that is really standing there.
All Sides Show Up Eventually
Love is like you said here. Multi-faceted - slc
Hi Stella!!
always glad to see you drop by :D
a lover and a best friend
a lover and a best friend
ron parrish
Hey, Four More Poems
to round out the number of poems posted. I will stoop to any means to get more poems from poets. :) slc