Love
has not eluded me-
rather,
it has pursued me-
it has stalked and surveilled me.
Love has hunted me down
and assailed me.
Suddenly,
I have turned, back to the wall,
eyes wide with surprise.
I have seen love, bones and all,
bared of its dull disguise.
And now I know
how it will go,
love does not sidle up,
pink posies in hand-
but ruptures the fabric of life
with a firing brand,
searing forever its singular name
upon the unsuspecting
heart,
by flame.
(2011)
Katharine L. Sparrow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scorched-7/
