Banging
He's love’s anvil
Banging beauty with propellant power
Bends no ear for mercy--
Body batters tempo hour after hour.
He's love’s anvil
Dashing dreams into the dust
winds whirl them high
as clouds roll by
Never pausing ---
rhythm raging rhythm
hour after hour
like the cadence of the sea
drowning men are history
Hammer pulverizing--
Ferocity in nature can't be taught
like a crazy tiger
that can't be caught
He's love’s anvil
Seeming harmless with no outward hazard sign--
Beckons with a cold-beat
Fear and joy now intertwined.
Throbbing is love’s anvil
Elemental altar of no second chance
Sparks are remnants soul-burned--
whirligig of ashes spinning
in the dangerous splendid dance.
He's love's anvil.
Button up your lip.
This is not a story of romance.
V, Anderson-Throop©2015
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